#deonna

Dean sat back, his shoulder next to Sam’s since Sam was slumped down sloppily from being so very, very drunk. He shook his head and grunted in agreement. “Life was simpler when it was just us on the road with skin mags wrapped in newspaper for presents.”

Sam mimicked Dean’s earlier grunt of agreement and sighed while they both looked out across Donna’s snow-covered backyard. Little flakes were falling, but not enough to really add anything to what was already there. Colored lights lined the eaves of houses and covered trees and bushes, prettily lighting up the neighborhood where Donna lived. If it weren’t for the music and raucous laughter coming from inside the house, it would have been something out of a Norman Rockwell painting.

“Do you think we’ll ever get used to normal holiday stuff like this?” Sam asked, trying and failing to sit up a little straighter on the cold, metal seat. “I mean, Cas and Meg seem to have embraced their new humanity without angel or demon powers full throttle, doing every holiday tradition they can get their hands on.”

Dean huffed a laugh. “I had no idea there were traditions for Arbor Day.”

“Exactly!” Sam said, drunkenly smacking Dean in the arm as he emphatically agreed. “They’ve taken on everything they can find, and here we are, hiding from all the mistletoe!”

“That’s because Cas doesn’t seem to care that Meg has no qualms about kissing anyone and everyone she catches! I had no idea they would be so ‘free love’ after they got together!” Dean paused at a faint memory of a human Cas from a different timeline but shook it off. “But I get what you’re sayin’. They’re assimilating. Why are we sitting out in the cold?”

Sam shifted, wrapping his coat around himself a little tighter, and sighed again. “This is all I ever wanted. Jack’s in charge, so no looming apocalypse. Eileen, you and Donna, Cas is happy with Meg, we’re safe, we’re surrounded by family, and they’re sharing all of this with us.”

“So why are we out here hiding from it?” Dean finished Sam’s thought as the creak of the back door opening pulled their attention away from their own musings.

The sounds of the party inside poured out the door as Donna stuck her head out, first, then came outside with Eileen a step behind. Jody was laughing loudly while at least two of the girls were yelling about something. “What are you two doing sitting on that thing in this weather? You’ll catch yer death!”

Dean shifted with a groan. “Sam’s too drunk to feel anything, right now, and I’m pretty sure I lost feeling in my ass twenty minutes ago, so it hasn’t been too bad since then,” he joked with a smile. He waved her over and pulled her down to sit on his lap. Donna settled into his arms and gave him a sweet kiss. On the other side of the seat, Eileen did the same for Sam.

Donna cupped her hands on Dean’s cheeks, warming them as she looked into his eyes. “It’s okay if all of this is a bit much for you two, ya know. We know you’re not used to this kind of thing.”

Eileen, not being able to see what Donna was saying, said almost the same thing to Sam. “We figured you two needed a break from everything. Just wanted to check on you.”

Sam gazed adoringly at Eileen like a puppy looks at his favorite treats. “I really love that you guys did all of this, really. It’s everything I ever wanted. I don’t know why….” Sam’s voice trailed off as words failed him, but his hands squeezed Eileen to show his affection for her.

Donna put a hand on Sam’s hand where it rested on Eileen’s leg, catching both of their attention, then addressed all three of them. “Look, I know that you guys have lived in a way that this is all new and that’s okay! You have already put up with way more than I expected you to! It’s going to take a long time to get used to the idea that life is good and you can have this. And then, it’s gonna take even longer to get used to doing it!” Donna ran a hand through Dean’s hair, smiling as he leaned into her touch. “And all of that is totally okay. You say the word and I’ll send everyone to bed so you can have some quiet time!”

Sam took Donna’s hand and shook his head. “No, no! That’s okay! We’re okay! We’re just, I don’t know, taking a breather?” He looked at Dean, who met his gaze and smiled.

“Yeah, just needed a breather.” A soft smile played on his lips as he turned back to Donna. “Thank you, though.”

As Dean leaned in to kiss Donna, Sam did the same with Eileen. After a couple of sweet kisses, both women shivered and decided to head back inside. The brothers elected to stay outside for just a little while longer and watched with fond smiles as their partners disappeared through the door. Quiet descended once again, with the two men simply watching the snow fall.

“We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the whole goddamn world, Sammy,” Dean said, still staring into the middle distance. “It may take some getting used to, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.” Dean looked over at his little brother and slapped a hand on his knee with a smile.

Sam returned his brother’s smile and nodded. “Me, too,” he said, clapping Dean on the shoulder. “Let’s go back inside before our asses freeze to this thing.”

Donna’s barely got her jeans open when Dean’s dropping to his knees, mouthing at her through her plain black cotton panties. His breath is hot and damp through the fabric, and it’s been way too long since they did this. 

Dean’s mouth is goddamn sinful. He’s nuzzling and kissing her through the cotton, and it’s a fucking tease. She knows how to tease right back the way he likes; she slides her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly with her nails before tugging, and Dean moans against her. He grabs her ass again and holds her firmly in place, giving her one last sucking kiss before yanking impatiently at her jeans. 

They’re both clumsy with haste, shaky with need, trembling at the simple rush of being together again, at getting to touch — Donna almost falls over in her haste to kick her jeans off, and Dean gets an elbow to the face as they both wrestle with her bra. It’s like they’re going through the movements in fast-forward, all of it blurred with urgency. 

He sits up against the headboard, pulling her into his lap, and she sinks down onto him all at once and gasps, because it always shocks her how good this is, with him. Then they go from fast-forward to slow-motion, caught in a suspended moment where they’re both panting for breath and holding each other close, as much skin-on-skin contact as they can manage. Dean kisses her so very carefully, now, luscious mouth taking little tastes of her as his hands slide slowly up her thighs. 

I made a face. Trish was the only one that I worked with who knew I was an Omega.  I was on incredibly powerful suppressants.  My friend Charlie worked in R and D at a pharmaceutical company, and she got me the stuff that wasn’t even available to the public yet. This was the stuff they used in the military.

 No one had any idea what I was, which was fine with me. With my job and all the people I met, I needed to nip that shit in the bud. I didn’t have time for heats or any Alphas panting after me.  I was married to my job, and that’s the way I liked it.

But for Donna, I would make an exception and take some time off.  That is how much she meant to me.  I had met Donna Hanscum in college when she was a criminal justice major and I was pre-med and I had no way of keeping my Omega under control.

  We had both gotten a job as waitresses at this dive bar called Harvelle’s to make extra money. She had been leaving for the night and came across two huge Alphas hassling me in the parking lot. Several well-placed kicks later the Alphas had run crying for their mommies and Donna and I were BFFs. She seemed all perky and nice, but when you pissed her off, she was a badass. 

After medical school, I took a job in Nebraska, and Donna became a sheriff in Minnesota. A few years later she met a guy from Kansas during a routine traffic stop, and it was love. They did the long-distance thing for a bit, and then she decided to move to Kansas to be with him. I thought he almost sounded too good to be true, but on a rare weekend off I drove there to meet him, and I could clearly see that Dean Winchester loved my friend.  And the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous didn’t hurt.

“How come none of my patients ever look like him?” I grumbled good-naturedly as Donna and I washed dishes.

“Well, he has a brother….” Donna began, and I held up a hand to silence her.  

“I am not looking to be fixed up, Don. My work is my life right now.”

“I understand, but I want you to be as happy as I am.” she said with a sappy smile. After dating for less than a year, Dean proposed to Donna. They were both Betas, and they were actually very well suited. They had decided to get married in Aruba. and they would have a party when they got back. 

 When Donna called me to share the good news, “I want to go,” came out of my mouth  before I could stop myself. “I haven’t had a vacation in forever, and seeing my best friend married seems like a good reason.” Where had that come from?

Donna was thrilled of course and asked me to be her maid of Honor. I didn’t even hesitate before I accepted. 

I finished dictating before I answered Trish “It will be weird to not be here. I know its in the Bahamas, but I’m sure it’s going to be boring. I’ll be busy with all kinds of Maid-of-Honor stuff.”

 “When do you leave?” Trish asked curiously.

“The day after tomorrow. That gives me one day to pack.”

“You haven’t even started packing yet?” she laughed, shaking her head.  “Please tell me you have a suitable bathing suit at least.”

“I will after I buy one,” I said sheepishly.

“Girl, you are a hot mess.” She told me, but she was smiling.

Charting of course took longer than it should have. Dot, the supervisor of medical records would have my hide if I went on vacation and left charting to be done, so I staying until I was completely caught up and my inbox was empty.

When I got home, I should have gone straight to bed, but I started to panic I wouldn’t be ready so I started packing. I was coming off of a 12-hour ER shift, and when the adrenaline wore off, I was going to crash badly. So I might as well ride the wave as long as it lasted. I could always sleep on the plane, right?

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“Jodes,” Donna hissed. “What are you doing?”

Jody shushed her, waving away the question. Donna narrowed her eyes and glared at her friend. She was up to something, she knew it.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Jody said.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Donna muttered, though she had a feeling the answer was “no” considering the look Jody gave her. Over the top of her friend’s head, she could see Dean, leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee clutched in one hand, a donut from the box on the table in the other, the shadow of a beard visible on his cheeks. He took a huge bite of the donut and grunted in Sam’s direction.

“Alright, Dean and Donna will go in the bar, pretend to be a couple, while Jody and I wait outside. We can cover the exits,” Sam explained. “Hopefully you guys can draw out the witch.”

Dean shrugged and shoved the rest of the donut in his mouth. “Works for me,” he mumbled around the food in his mouth. “You good with that D-Train?”

Donna nodded, but she felt numb. She couldn’t believe Jody had thrown her under the bus, volunteered her to pretend to be Dean’s girlfriend. Of course, Jody had no idea how Donna felt about Dean, that was a closely guarded secret that never came to light, ever. It wasn’t like being around him made her stomach twist in knots, or her heart pound, or sweat to pool between her shoulder blades, or her hands shake. No, not at all. She pushed herself out of her chair and darted out the back door, sliding to a stop on the patio and sucking in giant lungfuls of air.

“You okay?”

His gruff, whiskey-thick voice sent a chill racing down her spine. She steeled herself before turning around, vowing not to let herself get lost in those gorgeous green eyes.

“I’m good,” she nodded. “Just...nervous is all. Witches aren’t my favorite.”

“I hear ya,” Dean chuckled. “Witches are disgusting. But, we’ll be good, I promise. We go in there, lure out the guy casting the spells on couples, and we’ll be fine.”

“How are we going to keep him from casting some kind of spell on us?” Donna asked.

“Sam’s making us hex bags as we speak,” Dean said. “Honestly, D, we’ll be great. Might even have some fun, like a real date.” He bumped her with his shoulder, winked at her, and went back inside.

“Fun, sure,” she sighed.

Donna adjusted the skirt she had chosen to wear and climbed from the car. To her surprise, Dean caught her hand in his and tugged her close. He put his arm around her waist when he opened the door to the bar, leaving it there even after they were inside.

“Let’s find a table,” he whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin and making goosebumps break out all over her.

She could only nod and follow Dean’s lead. He led them to a table in the back, in the corner, positioning them so his back was to the wall and he could see everything. He ordered drinks and it wasn’t until the waitress set them down that Donna realized he’d gotten her favorite.

“How did you -”

“I pay attention, gorgeous,” he smirked. He leaned close, his lips just inches from hers. “By the way, you look absolutely stunning.”

“You’re a big giant fooler, Dean Winchester,” she breathed.

“I’m not,” he shrugged. He grabbed his beer and downed half of it before setting it back down. “You have a hard time taking compliments, don’t you?”

“A little,” Donna murmured. “I guess I’m not used to being complimented. Doug never -”

“Doug’s an idiot,” Dean grumbled. “The biggest idiot.” He squeezed her hand and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Relax, okay? Try to have fun.”

A blush colored her cheeks and she couldn’t stop fidgeting. She glanced around the bar, wondering which one, if any, of the patrons was the witch they were looking for. Someone had been cursing local couples, somehow amping up their jealous streaks to a point where people had died. The last two victims had been found in a destroyed apartment, with hex bags on them. The last place all the victims had been seen alive was this bar.

Two hours later, they were no closer than they’d been when the evening started. Donna was about to ask Dean if he wanted to call it a night when he abruptly rose to his feet and held out his hand.

“Come dance with me,” he said.

“What?” she mumbled.

Dean leaned over her, palms flat on the table. “We’re going to dance and we are going to play it up. Those cursed couples? All the witnesses said they were madly in love, disgustingly in love. We are going out on that dance floor and we are going to make a big old show of how crazy in love we are. Okay?”

“O-okay,” Donna nodded. She took his hand and followed him to the dance floor, with one brief stop at the jukebox, where Dean chose a song “appropriate for slow dancing”.

They’d just stepped onto the hardwood dance floor, along with several other couples, when the music started. The beat moved through Donna, loud, thrumming, her heart thumping out of time, too fast, too nervous, too much. She gasped as Dean pulled her into his arms, bending over to nuzzle her neck with his nose, his blunt fingers digging into her hips as he tugged her close. Heat blasted through her, settled deep in the pit of her stomach and took up residence, intent to stay.

“Relax,” he purred, his voice soft like velvet.

Donna nodded and took a deep breath and moved, letting the music and Dean guide her. She put her arms around his neck, her fingers loosely intertwined, nails scratching at the short hairs on the back of his neck. 

Dean smiled and dragged her right up against his body, flush against him, so close there wasn’t an inch of space between them. He pushed his knee between her legs, his hips wiggling, his green eyes flashing with something Donna couldn’t quite decipher.

She closed her eyes, shutting out everyone and everything but her and Dean. She forgot about the case. She forgot about her nerves. She even tried to forget that she had it bad for Dean Winchester and dancing with him would only make it worse. She shut down her brain and let her heart take control.

Dean’s hands traced her curves as they swayed to the music, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes on her and her alone. He was a damn good actor, that was for sure. He even had her believing they were in love. She couldn’t look at him, fearful he would see her truth reflected in her eyes.

“Hey,” he whispered.

Donna peeked at him through her lashes, unable to handle the full force of his stare. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tipped her head back, then he gently brushed a kiss across her lips.

“Don't hide from me, Donna."

"Dean, what are you doing?"

"What I should have done a long time ago," he whispered. "I'm not gonna fight it anymore."

"Fight what?" She was intentionally playing dumb, terrified that he was doing all of this for show, acting like he truly liked her when really, he didn't. She held her breath as she waited for an answer.

"Fight being with you. I think when this fake date is over, we need to try the real thing."

Donna froze. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? Because if you're joking, I swear I'll kick your ass."

"I'm not," Dean insisted. "I wouldn't. What do you say? Are you willing to give me a shot? I understand if you're not..."

Donna nodded, her blonde hair flying around her head. "Holy smokes, Dean, I've been crushing on you since the day I met you. Of course, I'm willing to give you a shot."

Dean's mouth was on hers, kissing her with an almost desperate need, the two of them clutching at each other as if they were somehow going to be torn apart. Which unfortunately happened about twenty seconds later when Donna felt Dean's cell phone vibrate in his front pocket.

Damn it," he muttered, yanking it out of his pocket and opening it. "It's Sam. He says stop messing around and get to work."

"Oh, shoot," Donna giggled. "I forgot we were working."

"Me, too," Dean smirked. He pressed another kiss to Donna's lips, pulling away reluctantly. "This isn't over, sweetheart. We're picking up right where we left off when this case is over."

Heart in her throat, Donna could only nod. Knowing that was going to make it very hard to concentrate for the rest of the night.