#deanxoc

I think you’re adorable- supernatural rewrite

Tears streamed down my face, I covered my mouth with my hand in order to stifle the sobs. I was hiding in my closet, praying, hoping the monster wouldn't find me. I heard the door to my room open and my eyes squeezed shut. I heard footsteps, walking towards me. Then suddenly, they stopped. I opened my eyes again to see if he was there. If it, was there. All of a sudden, the closet doors flew open. My father stood there smiling, or what looked like my father. His eyes turned black and chills ran down my spine. Blood covered his shirt where my mother had stabbed him. Mommy. Just thinking of her made more tears leak from my eyes. He continued walking towards me, I screamed. This was it. I was going to die. He reached towards me and roughly grabbed me, pulling me out of the closet and holding me up in the air.

"Any last words?" he asked in my father's voice.

All I could do was force out a choked sob. I didn't know what was happening. I just wanted my mommy and daddy. Suddenly, The door was kicked open, I looked over and saw Mr. John,  a gun in his hands.

Eleven months. It'd been almost a year since Castiel had seen Faith, months since she'd pinned him up against the wall of the bunker, an angel blade to his throat. But he couldn't hold it against her, he knew she was in massive pain over losing Sam and Dean Winchester. The angel still couldn't believe his family was gone. It even felt like Faith was dead. The happy lively girl was gone, and what remained, he didn't recognize. He knew she was still alive, the stories he'd heard over the last few months told him so. Silence is what they were calling her now, and the demons Castiel had run into were terrified of her. The brutality of her kills, demons and monsters alike, even some angels. The way she'd stalk her 'victims'. They refused to talk about her, but when they did, they spoke with such fear that Castiel almost swore they were talking about someone else entirely: Brutal, violent, vengeful, cutthroat, cold, heartless, and that's just to name a few. He remembered the last demon he'd run into.

"Where is she?!" Cas asked the demon. "I don't know. I'm trying to stay away from the bitch. She's lost her damn mind ever since the Winchesters." Castiel growled and pulled the demon by his coat collar. "Don't you even speak their name." He plunged his angel blade up through the demon's jaw, the white light spilling from its eyes before he dropped the body and stalked back to his car, the pain of the loss of his friends still fresh.

A single tear fell down his cheek as he thought of Sam and Dean, wondering what they would do in this situation. What Dean would do to bring her home. Of course, that wasn't even a question. If Dean were around, he wouldn't be tracking her down. Castiel swallowed hard and turned his pained blue eyes up to a starless, silent night sky. "Faith, please..I know you're out there. Let me help you. You don't have to do this alone, I know how you feel."

"You couldn't possibly know how I feel." A startlingly cold female voice broke the silence surrounding the angel as he turned to face the owner. She was dressed in ripped jeans, her black boots, the Samulet, a red flannel over a black tee-shirt. Her now black hair was done up in a braided pony tail. Her blue eyes were darker. They were no longer bright with life and love and light. All they held now was rage and heartbreak and determination. Despite everything, Cas was happy to see her. "What do you want, Castiel?" the girl asked, swallowing thickly. "What do I want? Faith, I wanna see you. I wanted to see how you are, I haven't seen you in almost a year." "Okay," the girl answered and shrugged, glancing down at herself. "Now, you've seen me. I'm gonna go now," she said and turned to leave. "No, wait, please. Faith, please." "Cas, don't." Her voice broke into a whisper, and Cas could feel her pain, even with the distance between them. She turned back to him and shook her head. "I can't, okay? Just let me go." "You know I can't do that. Dean wouldn't want--" "I don't give a shit what he would want!" Faith cried out, her breathing shaky, her eyes glowing blue. "I didn't want him to die, him or Sam! And they did anyway! They left me here, ALONE! So I don't give a shit what he wants!" she growled, then bit the inside of her cheek as she swallowed hard, the tears falling down her cheeks. Cas' brow furrowed as he took a step towards her, freezing when she took a step back. "How could you think that they chose to leave you? How could you ever think that?" "Dean's final words to me painted a clear message. 'Be happy.'" Her voice cracked as she clenched her jaw, the tears still falling. "He didn't want me to join them in Heaven." "Faith, Dean loved you. He still does. He wants you to--" "What? Live my life? Castiel, it physically hurts to breathe. Every breath I take just reminds me that Dean isn't taking any. It takes everything I have and then some to keep going, to get out of bed. And I know, if I could just get rid of every monster, demon, and douchebag angel that exists, I can be happy with my boys in Heaven. But I don't trust other hunters to get the job done. So, I'm doing it myself." "Faith, you can't keep going like this." "Why not? Huh? What should I do instead, Castiel? What? Pretend I'm normal? Human? Get a house in Lawrence and raise a family and act for the rest of my life like I didn't lose the love of my life and Sammy? What, cut that part of my life off and pretend it never happened? You may be an angel and can turn off your humanity, but those boys meant everything to me. They were my everything, and now, I have nothing." "That's not true. You still have me. And Jody, and Donna, and Claire. Faith, listen to me, I'm still here and I can help you get through this." The girl shook her head and sighed. "I'm of no use to them, Cas. I'm of no use to you. I am so broken, I don't think I can be put back together. And I'm not sure I want to. Cause then, what does that say about me?" Faith fell to her knees and let her head fall. "I just want to see them. I want my boys. I want Dean. They didn't deserve to die. They should've gotten out and gotten normal lives. I wanted to spend my life with Dean, grow old together, watch our kids and grandkids play in the yard." She rocked herself back and forth, her eyes squeezed shut. "They deserved better. I failed my boys and now they're dead. It's my fault." Castiel cried as he watched her, then knelt down and gently tilted her chin up, and wiped a tear from her eye. "Faith Delaney. You know this isn't who you are, this...caped crusader person..you're a Winchester." The name brought fresh tears to Faith's eyes. "I want my boys, Cas. I miss them so much, I can't do this. I can't. Please, Cas..please," she cried, burying her face in his shoulder as she cried, unable to hold back the tide. The pain threatened to tear her apart. "Just let me die, Cas. Please? Let me be with them." The angel held his friend and let her grieve, crying along with her as he set his chin on her head. It was awhile before Faith pulled herself together and got to her feet, looking down at the angel who then stood up in front of her. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. "So, now what? You turn me in to your angel bosses for being a bad little Nephilim?" "No, of course not. Faith, I didn't come here to retrieve you." Faith just watched him for any signs he was lying to her. "Do you really think I'd turn on you, for Heaven?" he asked, sounding genuinely hurt. The girl took a beat before shrugging one shoulder, swallowing thickly. "Well, I've killed a few angels that came down and had the sack to try and arrest me. Six in total. Unless I'm going to see my boys, I'm not going anywhere near that hellhole." "That's actually why I wanted to find you. I can take you to see them." Faith backed off with a growl. "Don't play games with me, you son of a bitch. Do not do that." Castiel rose his hands and locked eyes with her. "Faith, I swear to you, this is real. I will take you to see Sam and Dean in their heaven." The girl tilted her head as she eased closer, glancing around, half expecting an army of angels to show up with enochian cuffs before she gave in and looked back at the angel in front of her. "Promise me." "I promise, Faith, this isn't a trick." He held his hand out to her. Faith hesitated, but placed her hand in his. A white two-story house stood in front of Faith and Cas, with a wrap around porch, Baby in the driveway, and Dean in a rocking chair in the front porch. A brown haired little girl and a sandy-blond haired little boy ran around laughing in the front yard, not even noticing their guests. Tears rose in Faith's eyes as she moved towards the front porch. Dean stood, the smile disappearing as he moved down the steps and towards Faith, setting his glass down on the steps. Faith took a shaky breath as he now stood before her. "Dean?" she whispered, then reached up and cupped his face in her hand, tilting her head as he leaned into her touch, his eyes falling closed before he opened them again and gently pulled her into his arms, tightening his hold on her as she began to cry into his shoulder, holding on with a death grip. Dean cradled the back of her head and kissed the side of her head, tenderly. When the two pulled apart, Dean rested his head against hers, and Faith took a breath as she looked up at him. "You're domestic." The man smiled crookedly at her. "Yeah, I am. With you." Faith swallowed hard, her brow furrowing in confusion. "You're here, sweetheart, you and the kids that I always wanted." Faith's eyes fell to the two children, still running around and playing. "Those are our kids?" she asked, earning a nod from the former hunter, his arm wrapping around her. "Come on, come inside," he said and took her hand, leading her back up the steps. Faith turned back to Cas who shook his head. "You go ahead, Faith, I'll be waiting." She then turned and went inside with Dean. Once inside, she looked around and swallowed hard. "So, this would've been our life together," she said, softly, stroking one picture in particular. One that existed in real life, on her nightstand in the bunker. One of the two of them, Dean kissing her cheek in the driver's seat of Baby. Both of them laughing, both of them happy. Faith turned to find Dean standing in front of her, his eyes full of love as he leaned down and claimed her lips with his own, setting his hands on her hips. Faith felt like she could breathe again, as she kissed Dean with every ounce of feeling she had. Pulling back after several minutes, she looked up at him and bit her lower lip. "Why?" she asked. "Dean, why did you leave me? You promised me-" "I know, sweetheart. I know." Faith's lip trembled as she took a shaky breath. "How are you?" he asked. Faith laughed a broken laugh, surprised by his question. "How am I? You can't tell?" she asked, then swallowed hard and shrugged, trying to find the words. "I'm dead inside, I can't even begin to describe what it's like to live without you. I wouldn't even call it living. Hunting is all I do anymore. I don't even live at the bunker anymore. But soon, it will all be over." Dean's brow furrowed as he slid his hand into hers. "What are you talking about?" he asked. Faith shook her head as she sat down on one of the steps. "Dean, I can't do this. I can't. I've gone eleven months without you, but I have no idea how. I've lost my family, the only people who keep me going, who make me laugh, who...give me life. Once I've eliminated every demon and monster and every other son of a bitch infesting the planet, I'll be done. I'm not doing this without you anymore. I have nothing but time now, and yet, all I want is you." Dean knelt down in front of her. "Sweetheart, you can't do this." The girl swallowed hard as she locked eyes with him. "Are you saying you don't want me to join you up here?" she asked, her voice breaking. Dean sighed and took his ring off before gently taking her hand and sliding it onto her thumb. "Listen to me, okay?" he asked, earning her attention. "I know you're hurting right now, but it will get better." Faith scoffed and stood, and moved into what looked like the kitchen, knowing he would follow her. "Dean, I don't want it to get better, I want to be with you." She moved closer to him and cupped his face in her hand, swallowing thickly. "And up here, we can be together for eternity, in peace. Neither of us will get killed or get sick. We don't have to hunt, we don't have to worry about each other." Dean glanced down at her, sliding his hands into hers and lacing their fingers together. "I know, baby. I know," he whispered, then pulled her into his arms and kissed the side of her head again. "I have nothing without you," she whispered, keeping a death grip on his flannel. "I love you so much, Dean, god...you have no idea," she said and pulled back to look into the hazel eyes she still continued to fall for. "You're the best thing in my life," she whispered, then leaned up and kissed him with every ounce of love that she felt for him, able to feel like herself for a moment again. Dean slowly pulled back, then kissed her forehead, holding her tightly against him. 

"I have something for you." He pulled a small black velvet box from his pocket and dipped down to one knee, opening it to reveal his mother's ring. "Faith Delaney. Even dead, I know you're the love of my life. You were it for me, and you still are. I want you to be mine forever. I love you, Faith, more than you could imagine. Will you marry me?" he asked, earning a tearful nod from the girl. He took the ring and slid it onto her finger before kissing her once more, Faith's hands moving to the back of his neck. He lifted her onto his waist and set on the couch, holding her in his lap. The two stayed like that for several hours, until Cas came to get Faith. Tears welled up in her eyes before turning back to Dean, swallowing hard. "Where's Sammy? He okay? I wanna see him before..." she bit her lip and glanced up at him. "Yeah, uh, let me take you to him." He took her hand and led her out the back to the house right next door, walking in through the back door with Faith in tow. He came across his brother in the library, reading research. "Why am I not surprised? Man comes to Heaven and starts reading lore," Faith asked, a warm smile crossing her lips, causing the man to look up, recognition lighting up his eyes. He stood from the desk and moved to her and hugged her tightly. Faith held onto Sam tightly, inhaling his scent, trying to keep her composure. "Please tell me you're not--" Sam pulled back and looked down at her. "No, I'm...well, I'm breathing. Unfortunately." Faith tried to smile, but it came out pained before she bit her lip and slid her hand back into Dean's, lacing their fingers together. "How are you, Sam?" she asked. Sam shrugged and nodded. "We're hanging in there, you know, its..different up here. We haven't found Bobby yet, but I'm looking." Faith smiled softly as she looked up at him. "You're supposed to be, I don't know, drinking margaritas or protein shakes, or whatever it is you drink, and relaxing. Not looking for dead people." Faith finally felt somewhat normal, despite knowing she'd have to go back soon. The reminder made her flinch as she swallowed hard and gently tightened her grip on Dean's hand. He noticed and leaned over, kissing the side of her head. "I see Dean finally gave you the ring." Faith glanced down and smiled softly. "But as far as we're concerned, you've always been a Winchester. That just makes it legal," Sam said with a wink. Faith smiled, the name making her flinch again before her eyes fell. "Problem is, I'm going back to a world without you two. And I don't know how to get through every minute of every day without you. I'm lost and scared and cold and alone. You two were my home and now you're gone and I'm just...alone." "Sweetheart, you're never alone," Dean said, wrapping his arms around her from behind, kissing her cheek. "You have Jody and--" "Dean, they're not you. And I'm alot further than out of my head with grief. I'm a zombie most of the time, unless I'm hunting. Its like I become something else. And I don't care anymore. I hunt cause I can take my rage out on something. I just wanna be with you two." Dean sighed, looking up at his brother. "Faith, I want you to do something for me. Go home, and go to Jody's, and grieve. Don't hunt, don't do anything. Please. Do this for me. I don't want you hunting, and you know better than to hunt alone." "What about you?" she asked, her voice breaking. "What am I supposed to do?" she asked. "Sweetheart, just let them be there for you. I don't want to worry about you, Faith." She leaned her head against his and closed her eyes, swallowing hard, then looked up at Sam, taking his hand into hers. "I love you both. So much more than you'll ever know. Sammy, you're my brother, my best friend. And Dean, you...god, I don't even know where to begin. You're the love of my life." Dean smiled softly and kissed her temple. "I know you can do this, sweetheart. You're the strongest woman I've ever known. And I'll always be there with you. I'll be that annoying voice in your head." Faith smiled softly and turned her head, kissing his cheek and closing her eyes. "I love you both so much," she whispered and glanced up at Sam, then turned to Dean and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. "Dean--" "I know, baby," he whispered and reluctantly pulled back. "I love you, Faith. I always have, and I always will. But I want you to be happy. Go live your life, live for me," he said, taking her hands into his. "And when the credits roll for you, I'll be right here waiting for you." He swallowed thickly, knowing how he felt and that she didn't want to leave him. "I love you, sweetheart." Faith shook her head and licked her lips, then leaned up and kissed him before pulling away from him completely. She hugged Sam tightly, whispering her love to him as well, then pulled away from the Winchester brothers and drug her feet back to Castiel. She took one last glance over her shoulder and forced a smile, and before she knew it, she was standing outside Jody's house, where everybody was waiting for her. Faith moved towards Jody and hugged her tightly, crying into the sheriff's shoulder. Jody held the girl tightly, cradling the back of Faith's head to her shoulder, slightly rocking. She looked up at Castiel and nodded in agreement that she would take care of Faith for the time being, and the angel disappeared. "I gotcha now, sweetheart. You're gonna be okay, we're all here. Okay?" she soothed the girl and the Wayward Daughters went into the house.

"Lydia looked up and froze. There, in a cheap suit, sitting down at the counter, was the man with the hazel eyes. Her torturer." Dean comes face to face with someone he tortured in hell. 

[OC/Canon, one shot, heavy smut, torture/sadomasochism]

Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 4,329

Chapter Seventeen

“He touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.” - Richard Siken

-26 Days After-

Pheli’s boots banged down the stairs, her heart thrumming in her chest and her ears ringing from her close proximity to the gunshot. She couldn’t believe she pulled the trigger. Her hands were still shaking. At least it was finally over. Her watch beeped at her wrist, telling her that her hour was up. “Fuck!” She shouted, hopping steps, gripping the handrail. She ran, pushing forward, until she made it out into the street.

The Jeep was running, but hadn’t left three minutes later by some miracle. She flung open the back door and slid in. “Let’s go!” She said breathless, still trying to catch her breath from the run.

Dean frowned at her. “Where’s Gordon?”

“It’s been sixty-four minutes, do you not follow directions?” Pheli asked, patting Ash’s shoulder. “Lets go!”

Ash looked back at her with a frown. “What happened back there? Where’s Gordon? We heard a shot...”

“He’s gone.” Pheli said flatly through clenched teeth. “We need to go. It isn’t safe.”

Word Count: 1082

Characters: Dean X OC

Notes: Hey Guys! This idea came to me while I played Rock Band at a friends house this weekend. Thought I could dip my toe back into writing and see what happens with this. Enjoy!

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Summary: While cleaning out some memories from the bunker, Dean comes across some not so pleasant ones that leave him uneasy and angry about a time that he was truly happy.

Pairing: Dean x Female Character

Word Count: 1,712

Enjoy.

Requests? My ask is always open!

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still

Dean thought it was box number three that he was on. In fact, he was pretty sure that’s the number it was because Sam kept reminding him how behind he was on cleaning. Box one was shirts that had been ruined in fights and on hunts that Dean didn’t want anymore. Box two was books that no longer had any use to them. Box three was shit Dean hadn’t touched in years but accumulated from hunts and souvenir shops around the country. He found it amusing at the time but now it was full of things that meant nothing to him anymore.

And box number four? Box number four was the one that Dean had been avoiding for months now. Box number four was full of the stuff she left behind.

Photographs were what got to Dean the most. They reminded him of the happy times that they two hunters had together. They reminded him of the nights in the bunker with the Polaroid camera clutched in her hand, capturing moments between the two of them during movie nights or dinners or sleeping next to the fire on the cold nights. The camera captured moments and kept them forever, forcing Dean to remember them and wonder what could have gone wrong the night that she left. He picked up each picture, carefully holding them in his fingers as if they would crumble into a pile of ash onto the floor if he held them the wrong way. He knew in his brain that that wasn’t true but his heart told him differently.

Smiles mean a lot when they’re genuine. The pictures in his hands told those stories. They held moments of true love, moments when Dean had been genuinely happy. Dean hadn’t had a genuine smile since the last night he saw her. He hated to admit it but he knew deep down that it was true. The box was now a reminder of that. Dean thought for a moment about setting the taunting cardboard aflame. He thought about burning all the memories because they hurt him too much now that they were memories and not daily actions. He missed the touches, the kisses, the ‘see you later’s’ when the other left on a hunt. But those were all memories that were captured in the little pieces of film that Dean held in his hands.

The box was sitting on the table of the bunker and the pictures were spread out across the wood as he dug further and further into the box. It was falling apart and Dean understood. He felt the same way, like everything was falling apart around him. He was sorry for what happened but knew that none of that mattered now. It would never matter again. His pleas for forgiveness would never be heard, his longing for the past would never be filled. All he was left with was this box of memories.

Dean thought about visiting her. He thought about it frequently. But he knew better than to do that. The last time he did that it ended in him coming home in a rage, throwing ragged books against the walls of the bunker and ultimately slumping into a corner and crying to himself for an hour or two. She would never forgive him and he could never forgive himself. That was Dean’s specialty. He never forgave himself for what happened between the two of them.

Dean continued to sort through the box, finding notes littered through notebooks she had left behind. There were notes on monsters and notes on fights. There were even some notes to Dean. Notes that she had obviously written at a time when they were happy but that time was in the past. It was a foggy memory. Dean held the paper in his hands, clutching it tightly and the paper made a crinkling noise in his grasp.

“Dean.” A voice said that brought Dean out of his daydream of memories. Sam was standing at the opposite end of the table in the bunker, his eyes trailing from the pictures then back up to his older brother. “Don’t you think you should let go of this stuff? It’s been 3 months…,” The younger Winchester said, picking up one of the photographs and looking at it.

“I should go see her,” Dean mumbled quietly and mostly to himself.

“Dean..,” Sam started to say again but the older brother cut him off.

“Sam I should…You know I should.”

So Dean put the pictures down. He put the crumpled paper in his hand down. He pushed the box further back on the table and it was decided that he would go and try to make things better. He would try to make himself feel better.

So he trudged up the stairs of the bunker and outside. The weather was overcast with thick fog that stayed close to the ground as Dean walked down the quiet street. It wouldn’t take long and the walk would help him get his thoughts together. The birds were silent. The air felt thick and it weighed heavy on the man’s shoulders, much like the regret that weighed heavy in his heart.

Dean pushed the gate open, keeping his eyes down as his feet carried him down the gravel path. The small stones crunched beneath his feet, the only sound in the evening air. His thoughts ran through his mind, what he planned on saying, what was left to say, what he was too afraid to say.

Dean kept his eyes on the gravel path, the one that he had traveled far too many times but it never lead anywhere. It always led him back to disappointment. It lead him back to regret. It lead hi back to wanting more.

His eyes finally lifted and they focused on the marble stone in front of him. The one that taunted him and reminded him of everything he had done wrong on that fateful night. The night that she left.

Dean felt his eyes brimming with tears and burning. The usual feeling that he felt when he came to visit. It wasn’t right. This shouldn’t be where he had to come to feel like he was talking to her. She should be at her house, not in a hole in the ground marked with marble. Dean wiped his eyes quickly, looking away from the name and the dates etched into the stone.

“I’m sorry,” was all that Dean could choke out before he felt the tears back in his eyes. “And I know that you probably can’t hear me but I’m sorry….I should have made you stay home that night. I knew that it would be too much for us to handle. I’m sorry.” He choked out again before kneeling before the stone and touching it gently with his fingertips.

His mind trailed back to the night of the hunt. It trailed back to the fight most of all though. The fight between the two of them that left Dean throwing books across the room and left her crying and hitting the door out of anger. The fights always ended in silence between the two though and Dean could clearly remember her last words to him.

“Every time we get close, it always falls apart.”

The words echoed in Dean’s head as he sat alone staring at the stone in front of him. He ran his hands through his hair yet again, pulling on it gently as he mumbled curses under his breath.

“It shouldn’t have ended the way it did. It ended with you thinking that I hated you and I didn’t…I still don’t.” He mumbled out, wiping his eyes again quickly. “And it’s my fault that this happened….that things fell apart. It’s all my fault.” He mumbled before standing up. Anger began to take over Dean’s body as he clenched his fists and walked out of the quiet cemetery. It always ended like this. Dean should have known better than to come here. He knew that it would end in a rage, just like it always did.

Sam and Cas were waiting patiently at the bunker when the door slammed and Dean rushed down the stairs. The two were on edge as they sensed the anger radiating off of Dean and in no time he was knocking the piles of pictures onto the floor in a rage.

“Every time we get close, it always falls apart!” Dean yelled, his voice broken and wavering as he kicked the, now messy, pile of pictures that fell to a rest on the floor.

Next to hit the floor was the box itself with flannel shirts that still smelled of her perfume and notes meant for Dean’s eyes only.

“Every time we get close, it always falls apart.” Dean yelled again, kicking the box over and causing the contents of it to spill out onto the floor. The sight of a red flannel shirt falling out of the box caught his attention and ultimately was the reason that he stopped. Dean ran his hands over his face, mumbling the famous last words again, “Every time we get close, it always falls apart.”

The hunter grasped the shirt in his hands tightly, holding it close to him and taking in the smell of the perfume that lingered on the worn fabric. Dean ultimately sunk to the floor, his back resting against the table leg as Sam and Castiel decided it would be best to leave the older man alone for a bit. Dean held the shirt close to his face, his tears silently falling onto the article of clothing that had been forgotten in the box. It had been forgotten just like the good times had been replaced with the shitty ones in Dean’s mind. It was forgotten just like Dean probably was to her.

“Every time we get close, it always falls apart.” He mumbled quietly into the shirt, pulling his knees to his chest and letting his thoughts drown him.

This is a little gift for my friend @ellie051200 (I mean, she gave me a super cute photo of Mark Pellegrino with a cat! I had to!)

Summary: Something is hunting you down and it could put the boys in danger but when you decide to leave Dean won’t let you go.

Warnings: angst, a little fluff

Words count: 508 words.

Pairing/Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam mentioned

I’m writing something longer with Lucifer and Sam involved but in the meanwhile... hope you enjoy it! 

“Why!?”

“You know why!”

“No Dean, I really don’t. I mean, why do you even care?”

“Are you kidding me!?”

I looked him dead in the eye and I swear if it wasn’t him I would have punched him in the face. He glanced at me with so much anger that for a moment I was taken aback and I had to break eye contact. All of this… he was just making everything more difficult.

“Listen, it’s coming for me, we don’t even know what it is nevertheless how to take it down! You can’t stop me, if I have to die I refuse to take you and Sam down with me.”

“You are not leaving (Y/N), I won’t let you.”

I could feel tears forming in my eyes, my body shaking, my heart racing. His eyes softened and he got closer to me but immediately I took a step back making him stop.

“Please… don’t make this more difficult that it already is.”

“But-”

“No! No buts! You are acting like you care for me, but I know the truth so you might as well stop pretending!”

He looked at me confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“I heard you! I fucking heard you! I’m just ‘a silly girl that plays hunter that will bring us all down’, am I?”

Tears were slipping down my face burning like fire in my eyes, his face in total shock at my words. My heart sank in my chest at the sight because the stupid me still had feelings for the man, that situation was so heart breaking I needed to leave the room before my inevitable break down. As I was leaving he gripped my wrist and turned me around, I was surprised to find that much hurt and sorrow on his features.

“You listen to me know. I was not talking about you, you heard me, I was not talking about YOU. I do care for you, more than you could ever imagine, (Y/N)… don’t you get it? Without you we are lost, I am lost. You are one of the best things that ever happened to me, I was so empty before I met you, you made me a better person and if I lose you… I lose what brings light in my dark life.”

I was left speechless just looking in his green eyes, now filled with tears like mines. I hugged him, I couldn’t leave him, I knew I couldn’t.

“Please, we’ll deal with this, we’ll get trough like we always do... just don’t leave me.”

I gently pulled away and while still in his embrace I looked him in the eyes. I smiled and before I knew it our lips touched. A kiss so sweet and full of emotions that made me wonder if I was dreaming, one of his hands was placed on my cheek and that was all I needed to know it was real…

Once the intimate moment was over I couldn’t help but smile.

“I think… I think I’ll stay.”