#mobster!sam

“You can still change your mind, sweetheart,” Dean places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N this will get ugly. Sam is out for blood. Ruby’s blood. Usually, he wants me to get information out of people.”

“I have to,” you dip your head to look at Dean standing next to you. He offers a cracked smile and sad eyes. “Everyone believes I’m soft and an easy target. Everyone needs to hear that I was part of this. That I stood my ground and-“

“I get it,” swallowing thickly Dean drops his gaze. “My father always gave me the feeling I must prove my worth over and over again. That’s why I turned to Alastair and asked him to become my mentor in…”

Dean is easy to talk to and understands your situation. Dean wanted to run from his family so often, but he knew this would mean leaving Sam behind too.

“Torture,” he nods. Dean barely talks about his time at Alastair’s place. You only know he still has nightmares and hates to be used as a blunt tool to hurt people. “I’ll talk to Sam when this is over, Dean. We can’t keep on running in circles. This includes using you as a torturer. You deserve better.”

“We both do,” he chuckles humorlessly. “Maybe we should run away together.”

“You, me, and that girl from the diner?”

“Exactly.”

“Does she know?”

“I didn’t tell her about my…profession. It’s better this way,” he shrugs. “Let’s be honest. Sooner than later, she’ll have enough and move on to someone else. I can’t marry a nice girl not knowing what she got herself into.”

“Maybe she would understand you didn’t tell her the truth, Dean.”

“We can still run.”

“I can’t…I’m still in love with your brother.”

You stand there in silence next to Dean for what feels like an eternity. Breathing in and out while your heart beats out of your chest.

“I hope he’s worth it,” he watches you open the door. Dean takes a deep breath and forces a cold mask to replace his features. It’s easier to pretend to feel nothing when pain, blood, and death lie ahead. “This is going to be a fucking long night…”

Head held high you step inside the room. Just like Dean, you hide your insecurities and fear behind a stoic face tonight.

“Look what the cat dragged in. I had hoped at least your ugly face got damaged a little more. Like my grandfather used to say. If you want something to get done, do it yourself.”

Another punch hits her face, but she takes it like a champ, you give her that. Her bloody smirk makes you shudder. Ruby spits blood onto the floor. It joins dried blood, spit, and something looking like ripped-out nails on the concrete in the basement. 

This is not a nice place. It’s cold, dark, and filled with the faded screams of the victims of Winchester’s business.

You fight the urge to empty your stomach as Sam gets a knife out. 

“Sam, I-“ you look at Ruby, almost feeling sorry for the broken creature restrained to an old chair. You remember the furniture. It used to stand in John’s kitchen, or at least you think so. 

“Aw, does your little wife want to watch you get your hands dirty Sammy?” Ruby sneers as you look away. “I can’t believe you chose her over me. Look at her. She’s soft and won’t make it for much longer in life like ours. Everyone knows she’s nothing but a burden to you.”

“Watch your tongue, bitch,” you never saw Sam like that before. He slaps Ruby’s face hard enough to split her skin open with his wedding band. “You are talking about my wife and the woman I love. She’s family and you are simply a faded memory. A meaningless one nightstand I forgot about the moment I slipped out of you.”

“You’re a bad liar, Sam,” she coos, batting her eyelashes. Ruby looks like she got under the bus, still, she tries to flirt with Sam. Blood runs down her neck, left arm, and chest. Her nose is bleeding heavily and one of her eyes is swollen, and black. 

“Not me,” Dean whispers as you look at him in horror. “I came here with you, Y/N. I don’t like putting my hands on women that way.”

“It was my honor to avenge you,” John steps out of the shadows. Blood is splattered all over his white shirt, his face and arm, but he doesn’t seem to care. You gasp as he takes off his bloody hand gloves, carelessly dropping them to the ground. “You’ve missed the show, Y/N. We were waiting for you.”

“I told her to wait a little longer,” now you know why Dean distracted you for so long. He didn’t want you to watch the worst part of the show. “This is not for her.”

“She wanted to watch,” you dare not to meet John’s gaze as he steps closer to you to cup your chin with two fingers. “Right? You are one of us, Sammy’s future. You’ll carry his heir soon enough and continue our bloodline.”

“Why don’t you bang her yourself,” Ruby doesn’t shut her mouth. She snickers behind John’s back while trying to wiggle out of the ropes holding her wrists. “I know how you look at your son’s wife. I bet you are creaming your pants imagining having your way with her.”

“Silence,” John twirls around to punch Ruby’s face with full force. You whimper, not wanting him to hurt her even more. “You’ve got no clue what you are talking about. I don’t fuck my son’s girls.”

“Didn’t you stop you from fucking Jess, or Lisa…or me,” she grins up at John. His chest heaves up and down as he stares down at the bloody mess that used to be the woman Sam desired a long time ago.

“Sir, I think Y/N should go now,” Sam protectively steps in front of you to block your view. “She has seen enough.”

“No. She needs to end this the Winchester way,” you feel your legs give in when John pushes his son out of his way to hand you a knife. “Kill that woman. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.”

“I-“ you glance at the knife in your hand. It would be a death sentence to say no to John Winchester, but you are not a killer. “Can I…”

“She’s better with a gun,” Dean steps in. “You remember our training, right?” he takes the knife out of your hand to give it back to his father. “Here, take mine. I’ll help you.”

“I said this is enough,” the room falls silent as Sam rolls his shoulders. “I’m not going to let my wife do such a thing. She wanted to witness Ruby’s punishment, and she did. I’ll end this.”

“Sammy, what?” before Dean can react Sam snatches the gun out of his brother’s hands, unlocks it, and aims at Ruby’s head. “Wait…”

“Goodbye,” Dean presses your face in his chest and tells you to cover your ears as Sam ends Ruby’s life. You are trembling and crying as another pair of hands tugs at your body moments later.

Everything is a haze after the gunshot. You end up in someone’s arms and get carried out of the basement. Too afraid to look at the man carrying you, all you can do is cover your eyes with your hands.

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” it’s Sam softly whispering your name. “I’m sorry. Father can be…” He holds you close to his warm chest, failing to even talk.

“A fucking asshole,” Dean is right behind you and his brother. While John yells your husband’s name, Sam walks upstairs and makes his way inside your bedroom, ignoring his father’s orders. “How can he expect her to stab that bitch? Did he lose his mind?”

“He lost it a long time ago, Dean,” you whimper as Sam places you on the bed. “I told you years ago. When I was fourteen. This will never end.”

“This is all his fault. Ruby got mad as he ended their affair. She wanted to hit him where it hurts. Without an heir, John Winchester will sooner than later lose his empire,” Dean gives his brother a cracked smile. “Charlie dug a little deeper for me. And Ketch knew more than I told all of you.”

“You knew all the time that she wanted to hit him, not me?” Sam shakes his head. “How could you hide this from me?”

“I had to be sure, Sammy. Charlie found everything.”

“So, did he want to touch my wife too?” frowning deeply Sam looks at his brother. “Please tell me she lied, Dean.”

“I wish I could say no. I don’t know, to be honest. Ruby wasn’t wrong, though. He looked at Y/N like he wants to…”

“What will we do now?” you look up at Sam. “I’m scared of John. He didn’t look happy when I couldn’t kill Ruby.”

“We run,” Sam jerks his head toward his brother. “Charlie helped me transfer most of our money to an offshore bank account a few days ago. I knew shit will go down.” He shrugs as his brother gapes at him. “We can take the Impala and get out of this fucking town, Sammy.”

“Better late than never, huh? Lock the door,” Dean hurriedly locks the door while Sam walks inside the walk-in-wardrobe to remove a fake wall. He gets three duffle bags and clothes out, smirking as you look up at him with wide eyes. “One for each of us. New papers, money, clothes, guns, all we will need to get out of town.”

“How…what?” Sam hands you new clothes to wear. Jeans, a t-shirt, a red-checkered flannel, boots, and a leather jacket.

“Dean, I got something for you too. We need to look different. No suits and polished shoes until we got away.”

“I can live with that,” Dean looks at the clothes Sam hands him. “Jeans and plaids. Awesome…”

“I said no detours,” Sam watches a girl run toward the Impala. He huffs in the backseat as she jumps into Dean’s arms. “He found the time to pick up a girl?”

“Get inside, sweetheart,” Dean hurriedly gets back behind the steering wheel. Benny, Castiel, and Gadreel made sure to distract John long enough for you to escape but he doesn’t want to waste another minute.

“Hi,” you watch the waitress Dean met up with for weeks get inside the Impala. She presses a duffle bag to her chest, smiling at Sam and you in the back. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m (*another reader*).”

“Y/N, and this is Sam, my husband,” you watch her buckle up as Dean starts the engine to get out of town. “We glad we finally meet you.”

“So…we are on the run now,” she asks as you watch her watch Dean. She moves her hand to his thigh and softly speaks his name. It’s the first time Dean looks at peace since you know him.

“Not for long, (*another reader*). We will find a place to call home. See it as…”

“A fresh start,” Sam smirks as Dean pushes the car to its limit.

Only a few hours and you are out of John Winchester territory. Castiel, Benny, and Gadreel will make sure your father-in-law looks for you at the wrong end of the world.

“A fresh start,” Dean agrees as you lean your head against Sam’s shoulder. You close your eyes and allow yourself to dream of a better life; away from crimes, pain, and fear.

A life in which you can have a family and a life with the man you love.

October 2nd, 2017

I haven’t written for a while, too busy to try to find out what happened to my Sam, my friend, and ally.

So far, I got nothing. 

Whatever happened, it must have something to do with the marriage our fathers agreed to. I just don’t know why Sam hates being my husband.

I believed – or did I just hope? Whatever. I had hoped Sam feels the same or respects me enough to make me feel welcome at his house. But the truth is, I’m an unwelcome guest in his home.

Sam is nothing like the man I fell in love with and I’m afraid, my love for him will fade sooner or later…

‘I knew it,’ slamming the diary shut you close your eyes, letting out a shuddery breath you didn’t know you held. ‘He hates me.’

With shaking hands, you open the diary again, eager to hear more about your life, marriage, and Sam Winchester you thumb through the pages, shaking your head at all the pain and sorrows you hid from your husband.

‘Just read more and you’ll find out why your guts tell you to get the hell out of this house and away from Sam Winchester,’ you sigh deeply before you read another page.

December 25th, 2017

I’m alone again. Of course, I am. Mary and John offered me to come over, but I spend Christmas Eve at their mansion and I’m just not in the mood for their faked happiness. 

Or are they happy? It seems I can’t distinguish truth from lies anymore.

Once upon a time, I believed Sam is a soft and caring man. That’s one of the reasons I agreed to marry him, even though, our relationship was strictly platonic until our wedding night.

He’s not even a good lover. Maybe it’s me or the disaster we call our marriage but that sexy and hung man can’t make me cum.

Hell, I had to buy a new vibrator to get off as Sam feels like a cold fish. He’s not making love to me, nor does he fuck me thoroughly. He rolls off me before I can even start to relax.

I hate to say it but: SAM WINCHESTER is a loser in the bedroom and at romance. 

How could I agree to this bullshit and not raise my voice? Why do I still act like he’s not the worst husband in the history of husbands? 

Well, crap – that’s a bit exaggerated. There are men, no not men, assholes out there abusing and hurting their wives and children. At least Sam doesn’t physically abuse me.

What the fuck Y/N! Did you just write that shit?

Now we are thankful he doesn’t beat you black and blue but treats you like shit. And he doesn’t make you cum, so fuck him…no, I rather use my vibrator.

I don’t know for how much longer I can pretend this isn’t ripping me apart.

I wish I never loved Sam. This would be so much easier to bear without my heart beating for him.

Sniffling you close the diary to wipe your eyes. ‘Hopelessly in love with a man not loving me. A loser in the bedroom and a cold person in general. Figures…’

While you debate to read more or just call it a day you look at all the diaries still waiting for you. Your memories are gone, so this is the only way to get to know yourself, Sam, and the life you had before you decide to stay or just start a new life – without Sam.

Getting all the diaries out you place them onto the bed, looking at the door. Before Sam or anyone else gets the chance to spy on you reading your diaries, you rush toward the door to lock it.

‘Fuck you, Sam Winchester…‘

“How is she?” watching his brother look at your patient file Dean paces around the room. “Sam, talk to me. Someone just tried to kill your wife and Benny.” raising his voice Dean growls the words.

“I think she hates me,” Sam mumbles, looking at the doctor’s notes. “The doctor said that Y/N’s brain didn’t get damaged. He assumes it’s a mental problem, that she doesn’t want to remember.”

“Bobby said someone manipulated the car. Benny never stood a chance, Sammy. Whoever tried to kill Y/N, did a great job. Luckily, they didn’t know she would sit in the front, next to the driver.”

“You think the truck hitting the limousine was planned?” placing the patient file onto his desk Sam looks at his brother, hoping he’ll tell him how to handle the situation. For the first time, Sam feels like a boy, not a man. “What shall we do now?”

“Benny, Bobby, and I will try to find out if the person behind all this wanted to kill your wife or one of us,” Dean points toward the picture frame of you on Sam’s desk. “You on the other hand should try to help your wife adapt. She lost her memories a week ago, but you were a lousy husband for three years.”

“I-I wasn’t,” Sam gapes at his elder brother, opening his mouth to say something only to press his lips into a thin line.

“Y/N told me you ignored her for three years. That you don’t even talk to her most of the time. Hell, your wife never had an orgasm as you don’t make her feel wanted, safe and fucking good,” Dean growls. “If anything, you should at least know how to make a woman feel good.”

“WAIT,” gaping at his brother Sam inhales sharply. “She never came? I-I mean she moaned and then-“ running his fingers through his hair Sam starts to pace the room like Dean did minutes before. 

“Women can fake an orgasm, you know,” snickering Dean can see Sam’s face fall. “I always believed Winchester men know how to satisfy a woman. Guess you didn’t get the dick mojo I got.”

“Can you just not, Dean? We need to find out who tried to kill my wife, not talk about my sex life,” Sam tries. 

“You mean the lack of it?” grinning the elder brother chuckles as he snatches the papers Bobby sent to Sam this morning from his desk. “I will take care of the investigations and you should try to fix your marriage or set Y/N free. This is no good for her, mentally, physically and-,” now Dean gives his brother a dirty grin, “sexually.”

April 15th, 2018

The garden is nice. God, I sound so lame. I feel like an elder lady, lonely, sexually frustrated, and hopeless in love with a dead man.

Sam Winchester, the man I loved, is dead to me and it pains me I can’t visit his grave but have to see the shadow he became every day.

Sometimes I pretend that I’m still the young girl meeting him for the first time. On days like these, I imagine how my life could be with the original Sam by my side.

Sadly, I’ll never know.

Yesterday I saw Sam with her again. The bitch who tries to get him back. Ruby, the woman with no last name. The one killing me with looks.

I hate her. I hate that I hate her ‘cause I never hated someone before.

Now Sam took this from me too.

Just like my smile. My love for him. And fucking orgasms.

I miss orgasms…fuck…I miss the passion and a man running his hands over my body, exploring it with hands, lips, and teeth.

I always assumed Sam is a passionate lover – boy was I wrong…

“Hey, uh-erm,” Sam knocks at your door, wondering why you locked it. “Can I come in, Y/N? I know you wanted to be alone, but I gave you space for two weeks. We need to talk, baby girl.”

Pissed you unlock your door, opening it to glare at Sam. “What do you want? Did you find some time to spend it with the woman you don’t want? I bet Ruby would be happy to have you in her bed.”

“Ruby?” Sam laughs, reaching out for you to wrap you in a hug but you step backward, shaking your head. “You remember?”

“No, Samuel,” you spat, knowing he hates it when you call him like that as you noted it more than once in your diaries. “I read my diaries, well not all of them but enough to know you are the worst husband, a miserable man, and a poor lover.”

“Diaries,” poking his head into your room Sam frowns. There are at least fifteen diaries on your bed and all of them are open. “You wrote diaries?” walking into your bedroom Sam calls your name, but you ignore him. “I didn’t know you wrote diaries.”

“As far as I can tell without my memories, you know shit about the woman you are married to,” you quip. “Maybe we should consider filing for divorce. I can’t remember our life together, but I assume it was a shitty one.”

“Y/N,” Sam grumbles, watching you kneel on the bed to look for one of your diaries. He growls low in his throat when you don’t care that he gets a glimpse of your panties. “I won’t file for divorce. You are still my wife.”

“I am shit to you,” you retort, eyes glued to the pages you wrote with passion. “Here it comes, Winchester. You better listen to me for once ‘cause I’m not the woman from weeks ago.”

“I can see that,” glancing at your exposed legs Sam swallows thickly. You are only wearing one of his old shirts with Stanford print, exposing your legs and panties to the mobster. “The old Y/N always hid her body under too many layers.”

“Yeah, fuck that,” you turn around to kneel on the bed, glaring up at Sam. “Sit the fuck down and listen, asshole.”

“Language, kitten,” Sam purrs, watching your eyes narrow. “I guess you should’ve lost your memories much earlier to show me your claws. I like the new you. Unlike your old self, you fight me.”

“I said,” you slam the book shut tossing it onto the bed before you get off the bed to kick Sam’s shin, “fucking listen to me.”

“I need to call the doctor,” growling Sam grips your upper arm to drag you back toward the bed. “Facal language was not in your repertoire, Y/N.”

“It is now, live with it, Samuel,” pushing against Sam’s chest you growl at him. “Get the fuck off me. I don’t want you to touch me. A man who can’t handle a woman doesn’t have the right to touch me.”

“I can handle a woman,” Sam pushes you onto the bed, smirking as you pounce on the mattress, struggling to scramble away when he dips his knee into the mattress. “If you wouldn’t hang out with my brother all the time, he could’ve shown you a good time.”

“What the fuck? I didn’t hang out with your brother all the time!” you bite your lip when Sam’s eyes darken. “I mean, I didn’t read anything about Dean in my diaries.”

“You fucking lied to me!” you shake your head, pointing toward the books as you try to keep a straight face. Sam can’t know you slowly got your memories back over the last two weeks. “I was worried, called three doctors and asked my father for help only for you to lie to me.”

Sam is mad. Nostrils flaring, hands grasping for you to pin you to the mattress he cages you with his body, glaring down at you with darkened eyes. “I did not lie,” you whimper feeling his breath fan over your face. “It’s not as if you tried to talk to me for the last two weeks.”

“I gave you time and space to adapt. For once I tried to be a good husband,” Sam grunts, watching you wiggle in his grip.

“Hah, you just admitted you’re a shitty husband. A cheater, a liar, and a loser when it comes to sex. Never had worse sex than with you. I could’ve fallen asleep with you on top of me,” oh, how you love Sam struggles to keep the wild beast he tries to hide in control.

“You remember everything and lied to me. This screams for punishment, kitten,” licking your lips you glance at the veins at Sam’s biceps. 

“I don’t remember everything,” muttering you try to kick Sam, but he simply smirks, laughing about your ministrations to break free. “There are still gaps I can’t fill. I don’t remember two years of my time at Standford or the weeks before we married. I can’t remember my dog's name or what happened to my best friend.”

“Gaps?” humming you look up at Sam. “I’d like to fill your gap,” now you try to bite Sam as he dared to peck your lips. “Such a wild beast I call my wife.”

“I swear if you don’t get off me, I’ll kill you, Winchester,” you warn, glaring up at Sam. “I needed a near-death experience to realize I deserved better than a guy ignoring me, a man who gives a shit on me. A husband who doesn’t even try to make me cum.”

“Maybe we could be happy if you didn’t love my brother,” furiously you scream and yell, fight to get out of Sam’s grip. “Did you think your friend Lisa wouldn’t rat you out? I knew you are seeing my brother behind my back!”

“I didn’t see shit, asshole! And Lisa Braeden is not my friend. She’s my frenemy, that bitch. I don’t even like her, Sam. Now get off me.”

“Lisa said Dean turned her down as you and he are a thing. That you sneak around behind my back for years,” Sam grunts. “Unlike you, I didn’t fuck someone else. So please excuse my selfish behavior that I wasn’t in the mood to make you cum. Do you know how hard it was to pretend I don’t care or that I don’t know you fuck my brother?”

“I swear, if you don’t get off me and stop talking shit about me and your brother, you are dead the moment my hands are free, Samuel. I never was into your brother and he would never touch his brother’s wife,” you spat. 

“Liar,” Sam struggles to hold you still as you are too mad to not fight him. “I am married to a trickster.”

“If I fucked your brother – why would I need my toys? I think Dean is capable of making a girl cum,” hitting home you grin up at Sam. “But you are right, I should fuck Dean.”

“You won’t,” while Sam holds you pinned to the mattress you sling your legs around his waist to flip him onto his back, but he’s too heavy. “I will find out if Lisa lied to me.”

“Yeah, she will tell you the truth, that’s for sure,” you roll your eyes. “You could’ve asked Dean or me, but no, you were happy to listen to her lies as this way – you could fuck Ruby without feeling guilty.”

“You believed that hussy?” Dean growls watching Sam slump in his chair. “I always believed you are the brain in our organization. Smartypants Sammy,” huffing the elder brother sits next to you, patting your head. “How does your mushy brain feel today, sweetheart?”

“See, that’s the reason I can’t believe you are only friends! You touch my wife anytime you get the chance to,” Sam grumbles, watching you lean in Dean’s touch.

“Maybe as you never give her any comfort! That poor girl is touch starved, lonely and orgasm-free for three years,” rubbing your temple you sigh deeply. “I mean, look at her. She’s pretty, smart, and can be a bad girl too. What else do you want?”

“I believed she’s cheating on me with my brother,” cursing Dean gets up to backhand his brother. “Dean?” puzzled Sam looks at his elder brother, too shocked to react.

“I would die for you, Sammy but you are a douche and deserve much more. If you want to know something, ask Y/N or me, not that bitch Lisa. Now I will tell you what I found out about the accident and you will try to make things up with your wife.”

“How?” glancing at you Sam huffs when you flip him the bird. “She’s a brat and won’t talk to me. And, she lied. My wife pretended she can’t remember anything.”

“Shut the fuck up, Sammy. You are giving me a headache here. Start with apologizing for being an idiot,” getting a manila folder out Dean places pictures onto Sam’s desk. “According to the footage Benny and I got from cameras around the area, a man was watching the accident.”

“That bastard,” Sam growls, recognizing the man. “Ketch? But why would he attack my wife? He’s a mere hitman, nothing else.”

“Well, I think the pictures coming next will clarify who tried to kill your lovely wife,” Dean gets more pictures out of the folder, slamming them onto the table before he rams a knife into the last picture.

“Ruby and Ketch?” gasping Sam touches the pictures with shaking fingers. “That bitch played me! She’s a good friend of Lisa,” sighing deeply Sam sits next to you. “I didn’t let her in again, not after the shit she pulled during our time at Stanford. When I told her about the wedding, she was nice and wished me luck.”

“What now Sam?” while Sam looks at you, giving you a soft smile Dean’s features darken. “Sam?” 

“I want them, both,” Sam growls. “You’ve got permission to get them alive,” you don’t like the way Sam’s eyes darken when he jerks his head toward you. “No one touches my wife. I will teach this town and all our enemies a lesson they’ll never forget.”

“You will sleep in our bedroom tonight. No discussion,” watching you ball your hands into fists Sam smirks. “I will make things up to you,“ shivering you look at Sam’s large hands when he cups your face.

“There is nothing to fix, Sam,” sighing you look up at the man who should be your shoulder to lean on, your sworn ally. “Not only did you treat me like shit, but you also believed Lisa’s lies. You didn’t trust me or your brother.”

“Do you know how often I wanted to kill Dean?” Sam presses his lips to yours, forces his tongue inside only to feel your teeth sink into the skilled muscles. “We will work on your technique to kiss your husband, kitten.”

“Fuck you,” humming Sam walks you backward, grinning as you look at him with doe eyes. “I mean it Sam.”

“I’m sorry,” you gape at Sam, swallowing thickly when his features soften. “I shouldn’t have listened to that woman or ignored you. Sam Winchester does not apologize, that’s just the way my father raised me but-“ he pecks your lips, humming as you allow him to cup the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, “that I hurt you is the worst thing I ever did and I’m sorry, Y/N. I swear, when this is all over, I’ll make everything up to you…”

“Hello darling,” Dean grins, aiming his gun at Ketch. “I heard you bugged my friends,” Crowley tuts, poking a knife into Ketch’s chest. “That’s not very polite of you, my friend. How about you give me your weapons before Dean over there opens your head with a bullet.”

“I won’t give you shit,” Arthur growls, looking a little panicked when Benny, Jimmy, and four of Sam’s men crowd him. “It was nothing personal. Y/N is a nice girl, but she wanted her gone.”

“We know, you son of a bitch,” Dean waltzes toward Ketch to press his gun into the man’s cheek. “You will follow us on free terms on your legs, or you’ll arrive at my brother’s house without kneecaps. Your decision, buddy.”

“I suggest you follow Dean’s order or things will get ugly in a few moments,” Crowley smirks when Arthur hands him his weapons. “Good boy, always so polite.”

“I can’t wait to get you in my clutches, bastard,” smirking Dean watches Ketch’s eyes widen in fear. “It’s been a while since I hurt a man. Tonight, you feel more pain than you thought is possible to experience…”

Part 3 - Memories

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“You mean he never gave you a fucking orgasm?” you shake your head, shrugging lightly before you drop your gaze. “Son of a bitch!”

“He’s like a cold fish in bed. Stoic and-“ looking over Dean’s shoulder you must watch Sam talk to Ruby, the girl he would choose over you anytime. “Sam doesn’t want me, is all. I should go home, Dean. Goodnight,” pecking your brother-in-law’s cheek you sigh deeply.

“You should tell Sammy you go home, sweetheart.” Huffing you look at Sam talk to Ruby. “Y/N, I mean it. I don’t want him to get mad at you for leaving.”

“Don’t you get it Dean?” you cry. “Sam gives a shit on me, my feelings, or if I’m around. He didn’t even recognize tonight. I will go wherever I want to. Sam can fuck whoever he wants, and I go now,” turning on your heels you storm toward Benny, your bodyguard and driver for tonight. 

“Y/N,” jogging after you Dean tries to stop you, but you swat his hand away. 

“Don’t, Dean,” you warn. “You can tell your brother I got tired of watching him eye-fuck that skank. He shall stay away from our bedroom tonight as I won’t allow him to bring her stink inside.”

“Sweetheart,” Dean sighs watching you walk out of the ballroom, nodding at John who watched the scene with amusement. He waited for you to find your fire, and assumes tonight is the night you start to take matters into your hands. “Sammy won’t like this one bit…”

“Good party?” Benny watches you sit next to him. He gives you a soft smile before he helps you to buckle up the seat belt. “Y/N?”

“Not for me,” you sniff, giving Benny a cracked smile. He’s one of the few people you can talk about your shitty life without hesitation. “Sam ignored me once again for that woman.”

“I’m sorry to hear, Cher. Where to?” watching you slump in the seat Benny shakes his head. “Do you want to drive around or go home?”

“That house is not my home,” whispering the words you glance out of the window. “How about we make a U-turn and have some ice cream at my favorite shop?” you grin at Benny.

“Anything for you, Cher,” Benny chuckles, looking over his shoulder to check if he can risk a U-turn. “Fuck, something is wrong,” right when Benny tries to slow the car down, it speeds up.

You scream, watching Benny fight for control over the car but anytime he pushes the breaks, the car gets faster. “Try the gas, Benny,” panicked Benny hits the gas put the car only gets faster. “What now?” you scream.

“I don’t know; the car just won’t stop,” you can hear the panic in Benny’s voice while he tries to avoid crashing the car.

“BENNY!” something hits the back of the limousine, makes an odd noise and you think to yourself, ‘good thing I sit in the front’, before the pain lets you lose consciousness. 

“How is she? My boss will kill me if she dies,” Benny slaps the nurse’s hands away when she tries to fix his bleeding forehead. “I’ll live, take care of Y/N.”

“Sir, the doctor checks on your friend,” the nurse tries once again to calm Benny. “I’m sure she’ll make it. Now let me check on you.”

“You don’t get it,” Benny pants. “My boss is Sam Winchester, and he will not just roll over when he gets to know someone tried to kill his wife.”

“What do you mean she doesn’t know her name?” watching the doctor check your vital function Benny frowns deeply. “She’s Y/N Winchester, Sam Winchester’s wife. Why would she forget about it?”

“You see, Mrs. Winchester’s head hit the dashboard. She’s got a concussion and it seems; she suffers from retrograde amnesia. Sometimes the brain needs time to heal after an accident or a psychological trauma,” the doctor explains while Benny watches you slowly blink your eyes open.

“Cher, how do you feel?” he forgets you don’t remember anything when he gently takes your hand to kiss it. “Sorry, you don’t remember me either. I’m Benny, Cher. I was the driver and usually, I’m better at protecting you.”

“B-Benny,” looking at the man holding your hand you nod, feeling safe close to him. “The doctor said we had a car accident,” you croak. “Are you hurt too, Sir?”

“Benny to you, Y/N,” worriedly looking at your bruised face Benny sits on the chair next to the hospital bed. “I tried to reach Sam but ended up on his voicemail. I left three messages and called his brother, Dean.”

“Sam,” nodding you look at Benny for help. “Is he my brother or something? I’m wearing a wedding band. Do you know my husband?”

“Sam, that’s your husband, Cher,” you giggle. “Sorry, I should’ve told you so. Let’s see,” humming you lie on the pillow to watch Benny tell you about you and your life. “Sam is your husband. He’s my boss. I am the guy driving you around and protecting you.”

“My bodyguard, I see,” humming to yourself you wonder why you need a bodyguard. “Am I famous or rich? Why do I need a bodyguard, Benny?”

“Your husband is a powerful man but sadly, his family has countless enemies,” your pained expression tells Benny to not tell you more about your husband’s profession – at least not now. “Dean, the man I called is his elder brother. He’s a good friend of mine.”

“Dean, brother-in-law, I got it,” grasping for the notebook one of the nurses hand you after you woke with no memory, you write the name down. “Sam, husband. Benny, bodyguard, and nice guy.”

“He’s not that nice,” when the door opens you look up at a handsome man. He holds a bouquet of roses, smiling at you, and your heart flutters. “To be honest, he’s a bastard.”

“Are you Sam?” hopefully looking at the man who looks at you with pity in his eyes you sigh deeply. “You’re not my husband.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” stepping toward your bed the man hands the roses to the nurse checking on your medication. “I’m Dean, your-“

“Brother-in-law,” you exclaim, proudly pointing at your notebook. “That’s Benny, and my husband’s name is Sam.”

“So, how do you feel, Y/N?” Dean asks, sitting opposite Benny to check on you. “Where’s Sam? Didn’t you say you called him first, Benny?”

“Called him like ten times and left several messages,” Benny presses his index finger to his lips when you are not looking. “I guess his phone died or something. He’ll be mad at himself when he hears my voicemails.”

“I think so,” Dean grits out, watching you write your name repeatedly. “Whatcha doing, sweetheart?”

“I tried to make my brain remember my life,” nodding Dean gives you a cracked smile, believing it might be better for you to not remember your loveless marriage. “Sam won’t come, huh?”

“Why do you say something like this?” Benny asks. “I called him, he’ll come sooner or later.”

“Later it is,” you shrug, looking at the other man in the room. “When you held my hand, I felt a connection and knew you are a good man. When I saw Dean, I felt that he’s a friend but-“ pinching the bridge of your nose you try to remember anything but there is only a blank page where your memory should be. “It’s just-“

“Take your time, Y/N,” Dean grasps your hand, holding it tightly while you try to find the right words. “Just say what you think.”

“Sam doesn’t love me,” you blur out, not missing Dean doesn’t even flinch at your words. “When I look at the ring, I don’t feel anything but a dull ache in my chest. I don’t remember my life with Sam, but I assume he’s not fond of me. No husband waits for one and a half hour to come to the hospital to see if his wife is still alive.”

Another hour passes before the door to your hospital room opens again. While Dean and Benny tried to tell you as much as they could about your life, Sam was still absent. 

“Y/N, fuck,” a tall man stumbles into your room, holding a bouquet of lilac and lily of the valley in his hands. “Why are you here?” looking at his brother Sam furrows his brows. “Dean?”

“Benny called me as you weren’t available – again. Someone had to take care of Y/N. She’s family and needed my help. Why should I ignore she’s in need?” Dean grunts. His posture changes and you don’t need to remember him to know he’s close to ripping Sam a new one. “Where have you been while your wife was under attack.”

“Attack?” Sam ushers toward your bed, pushes the flowers against Dean’s chest before he sits on your bed to look your all over. “What attack? I thought it was an accident, Benny?”

“The car, something was wrong with it. I tried to make a U-turn and wanted to slow down but anytime I hit the break, it got faster,” Benny watches you look at Sam. It seems as if you study your husband’s face before you look away, shaking your head. “I couldn’t stop the car and then, a transporter hit the passenger's compartment. Y/N only survived as she prefers to sit next to me when I drive her alone.”

“You must be Sam,” you huff when the tall man grasps for your hand to press your knuckles to his lips. “I hope coming to the hospital wasn’t an inconvenience to you. I would hate to take you away from whatever you were doing,” you say at the same time as your eyes drift toward the wedding band around his finger.

“Why would you say something like that?” Sam runs his hand over your hair, not missing you flinch away anytime he touches you. “Y/N, you are the most important person in my life.”

“Sure,” you quip. “I can’t remember anything, not even my name but your absence, and the fact that your brother came here, not twenty minutes after Benny called him tells me I don’t mean anything to you. Go home and let the doctor and nurse take care of me. I got the feeling you tend to let other people look after me.”

There is a fire in your eyes Sam never saw before, or rather the fire you lost since you are married to him is back. 

“Y/N,” Sam won’t leave your side. “My phone died and John, my father, kept me busy. I checked my phone like twenty minutes ago and came here as soon as I heard Benny’s voicemail. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” somehow you seem to be different from the girl Sam got to know over the last three years. “How about you go home, and I stay here. I’m in safe hands.”

“I won’t leave you tonight, baby girl,” Dean leans back on his chair, smirking as you refuse to let Sam stay in your hospital room. “You are my wife, and someone just tried to kill you.”

“Me and Benny,” resting your head on the pillow you close your eyes for a moment. “Don’t forget the man taking care of me until the ambulance arrived,” your eyes flutter shut, and you refuse to look at Sam any longer. 

“Tell me everything you remember, Benny,” Sam watches his brother stroke your hair while he tries to find out who tried to hurt you. He doesn’t like you let him touch you nor the way his brother looks at you. “Jimmy and Bobby take care of the limousine. They will check on the car.”

“Y/N wanted to leave the party as you ignored her yet again,” Benny begins. “I asked her if she wants to go home or drive around. Y/N wanted to go for ice cream, so I tried to make a U-turn and drive to her favorite ice-cream parlor. When I tried to slow the car down, it sped up.”

Dean pecks your hair before he joins his brother and Benny. Worriedly watching you snuggle in your pillow he balls his hands into fists.

“Sounds like someone manipulated the car,” Dean grumbles. “Maybe Y/N was collateral damage? No one could know she would be the first driving home. I was the only one coming with my car.”

“You failed,” Ruby growls at the man. “I gave you the perfect opportunity to get rid of Sam’s wife and you failed. I called to tell you she will drive home, helped you get access to the car and she’s still alive.”

“We can try again,” Arthur smirks, leaning against the wall. “She’s not bulletproofed nor invincible. I will try again and get rid of her. But you better remember our deal,” Ketch tuts, aiming his gun at Ruby’s head. “The moment Sam Winchester is in your clutches; you’ll deliver me all the information I need to bring his father down.”

“A deal is a deal, Ketch,” Ruby spats. “Now find a way to kill that bitch. I want her gone. Sam refuses to be with me for far too long. Always comes up with excuse like ‘I can’t cheat on my wife or crap’.”

“That’s your room, but you sleep at our bedroom,” Sam stammers, watching you walk inside the foreign room. “You like to read and to spend time at the library downstairs. If you want me to, I can show you around the house.”

“Benny and Dean offered their help,” looking around the room you try to find anything helping you to remember. “Don’t waste your time on me, Sam.”

“Y/N, I don’t know what my brother and Benny told you about me or our relationship, but I am trying to help you, baby girl,” trying your best to not scream at your husband, or rather the foreign man telling you he’s your man, you take a deep breath. Deep down inside you feel you suppressed your anger for too long.

“Can you leave me alone for a moment? I need some time on my own. For over a week I was at the hospital and didn’t have a minute to take a breath,” watching you sit on the bed, looking at the pictures on the nightstand Sam tries to find a way to make you feel wanted. “Please, give me a moment.”

“Sure. I’ll be waiting at our bedroom, Y/N,” mumbling the words Sam watches you look at the wedding band on your finger, hoping it’s not too late to fix things between you and your husband. 

“Okay, you need to remember anything,” walking around the room you try to focus on your life. “There must be something.” closing your eyes, you see a memory flash up. You can see yourself, remove a deck board underneath your nightstand. “Must be important…” 

Before Sam can come back, you kneel in front of your bed to shove the nightstand away, you try to fathom why out of all memories you remember a loose deck board. 

“I will find out why this is the first memory coming back and decide what to do later…”

>> Part 2 - Gaps

Sam divider by me *for my blog use only!*

24 hours earlier…

“We will be back in a few hours, sweetheart,” Dean pecks your forehead, hating he must leave you alone for a few hours. “Cole and five of our men will stay here with you. Charlie will check on the security system.”

“I don’t want you to go, Dean. Can Sam and you not stay here? I’m scared that woman will hurt you,” sniffling you wrap yourself around Dean. He’s taken aback but remains silent as you seem to seek the brothers closeness lately.

“Dean and I will be back soon, Y/N. Stay at the mansion and don’t leave, okay. Everything is going to be alright,” Sam pecks your hair, not wanting to leave you either. “When this is all over, we are going on vacation.”

“Vacation,” humming Dean pecks your cheek. “Can we have a nice cabin and a fireplace? I like snow and it’s going to get cold soon.”

“Dean, I guess she wants to get snowed in mobster style,” Sam snickers looking down at you. “Imagine her on a bearskin in front of the fireplace,” you make a face, but a giggle escapes your throat. “Naked.”

“Dirty girl,” Dean muses. “Wants us all to herself. I can tell,” he nibbles at your throat, smirking as you whimper silently, “I want you all to ourselves too.”

“Promise me you won’t get hurt, Dean,” you pout, looking up at Sam. “I want you both to come back. Don’t leave me too.”

“Promised, sweetheart.”

“Promised, baby girl.”

“No, Cole!” Charlie screams in terror. “They are coming through the front door. I can’t stop them. Someone hacked the system. I got no control.”

“Take Y/N and go to the panic room,” Cole grunts. “Now, Charlie,” he screams before he storms out of the room to make sure Charlie and you can escape your attackers.

“Y/N, come with me,” Charlie grasps for your hand to run toward the panic room. “Hurry, we will need to reach the door…,” the redhead screams when the door bursts open.

“Look what we found here,” Ketch snickers, aiming his gun toward Charlie’s head. Charlie squeezes your hand, looking at Ketch with wide fearful eyes. “I think we only need one of them,” you scream when a bullet hits Charlie’s forehead. 

“NO! Charlie,” you fall to your knees, grasping for your friends’ hand as her blood runs down her face. “YOU MONSTER!” 

“Calm down, girl,” Arthur shrugs, slowly walking toward you. “I had orders to get one girl alive, not two. She shouldn’t have hacked into our system more than once. What a waste,” he smirks, holding out his hand. “If you don’t want to end like her right here and now, come with me.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” you spat into his face when Ketch forces you onto your feet. “You want to kill me, do it,” grinning you glare up at the man killing your friend. “If you kill me, Sam and Dean will come for you and your boss. You won’t be her lap dog much longer,” backhanding you Arthur smirks as your head lolls back.

“Shut up, bitch. You’re nothing but a hole to them. Do you honestly believe they love you? A chewing toy, that’s what you are to them,” you spat into his face again. 

“Pathetic little man, that’s what you are. Hitting a girl. Killing Melody. Playing the sex toy for Toni,” Cole spats, limping into the room. “Your backup is dead, just like your right-hand man Mick. I suggest you move your ass out of this house, or I’ll end your life.”

Cole bluffs. He’s got no bullets left and he knows, within the next minutes he will lose consciousness, but he plays for time to protect you. “OUT OF THIS HOUSE! Now.” Cole yells, hiding he’s bleeding heavily.

“My bad,” Arthur glances at you before he steps backward. “I should’ve killed you first, I guess,” he shrugs, looking at Charlie’s lifeless body. “Poor little kitten. I must leave you alone now…”

“Y/N, oh-god,” Dean wraps his arms around you, holds you tightly as Sam tries to process, he almost lost you too. “He killed Charlie, Dean. He just…” hiccupped sobs leave your lips and Sam feels his heart clench in his chest.

“Baby girl,” smoothing his hand over your hair Sam meets his brother’s eyes who tries to blink the tears away. “Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?”

“Slapped my face, nothing else. Cole protected me,” you sniffle, hiding your face in Dean’s chest. “Charlie didn’t even have a gun. He just shot her. There was no reason to kill her.”

“Ketch is not a man who leaves witnesses, baby girl,” Sam brings you into his arms as Dean covers Charlie with his jacket. “He would’ve killed anyone to get hold of you and hit Dean and me again.”

“I want them to suffer, Sam,” looking up at Sam, you sob. “Can you kill them for me? I want Toni and Ketch to regret they ever knew my name.”

“We will take care of Charlie and the men we lost. After, we will bring you to a safe place and take care of Toni and Ketch. Their lives are forfeited…”

Now...

“This wasn’t anything personal, Dean,” Toni’s eyes dart from Dean’s face to the shotgun in Sam’s hand back to her dead lover on the floor. “I only tried to get on top.”

“Nothing personal,” Dean slams his fist onto the desk Toni is hiding behind, making her flinch. “You manipulated us. You killed Melody. You killed Charlie. You tried to kill Y/N and have the guts to tell me this was never personal?”

“That’s business,” Sam huffs, aiming the shotgun at Toni’s head. “We do what we must to survive and stay on top.”

“Oh-we get it, bitch,” Dean unlocks his shotgun, aiming it toward Toni’s chest. “We will do what we have to do now too.”

“Ready if you are Toni…”

The last thing Toni sees are the two men she tried to part before two shotguns end her life…the bloody way...

“You’re bleeding,” gasping you check on Sam who tries to hide the deep gash on his stomach. “I told you to not get hurt. Let me check on your wound.”

“We are alright, sweetheart. I can fix Sammy’s wound, don’t worry,” Dean pecks your lips, hoping you won’t smell the blood on his skin. 

“I will fix his wound, Dean. I wanted to become a doctor, remember?” Sam hums, more concerned about your well-being than the scratch on his stomach. “You need a shower, both of you. I can make you a sandwich and you can tell me everything…”

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“I don’t need your fucking help! I did well so far. I’ll make this work…somehow. Maybe I can take over a few shifts at the café at the other end of town. I don’t want you to ever talk to me again. Get out of my life both!” Screaming on the top of your lungs you try to keep the tears at bay.

When you finally let all out you storm toward your bicycle to drive home. “I have to take care of my mom and no time to waste with men not knowing how to treat a girl right. Did you ever consider that girl loved you both and was torn?” 

Dean’s eyes meet Sam’s when you huff audibly. “Thought so. You were too busy to fight each other to ever ask her what she wants.”

“Shhh, …it’s okay, mommy. We will make this work. Earl will pay me more and I can take care of you.”

Sniffling your mother tries to smile at you, but cancer let the once strong and independent woman slowly turn into an empty shell of her former self.

You can feel her hand touch yours and you try to put on a brave face when you see a tear roll down her cheek. “Don’t worry, mom. This is nothing I can’t handle. Now sleep a bit and in a few hours.”

Her eyes lit up when you whisper, ‘I love you’ and for a moment, you see your mom looking back at you before the ghost she became is back.

“I don’t understand. Why are you here and who are you?” Looking at a doctor, two nurses, and a guy bringing random medical supplies into your home you don’t understand why they came here.

“We became an order from our boss to come here and take care of your mother. I already called your doctor and talked about your mothers’ condition. We will check on her while you are at work.” The doctor explains.

“I still don’t understand. Nurse Patty said my mom’s insurance doesn’t pay for her care any longer. Now there are two nurses and a doctor?” Ludicrous you look at the nurses who started to check on your mother.

“All I can say is that your insurance called my boss and said we shall come here, Miss Y/L/N.” Adamant the doctor refuses to answer your questions. 

“This can’t be right, Doctor. My mother’s insurance wasn’t the best. That’s the reason the nurse quit not three days ago.” Your words do not impress the doctor or keep the nurses from taking care of your mother.

“If you want to call them back, here’s the number. The name was Charlie Bradbury and she said your mother's former boss paid for a policy and it will cover anything your mother will need.”

“Great job, Charlie.” Dean smiles, even chuckles as he watches you talk to a friend in your mother's apartment. It’s been a week since the doctor, the nurses, and a maid took over all your duties.

“She looks happy.” Sam looks at a different woman. There is even a tiny smile on your lips when you walk into your mothers’ room to find her watch TV. “…and you are sure she’ll never find out it was me and Dean?”

Dean’s eyes narrow and he can’t stop his hand from sliding over his hidden gun. “What’s that supposed to mean? Only as it was my idea it must be a bad one?”

“I had the same idea, Dean!” Charlie rolls her eyes when the brothers start to fight again. “You only want to get in her pants, admit it!”

“You are the one trying to kiss her! I suggested we leave her alone, but no. Sam Winchester believed he kisses the girl and she falls for him.” Dean’s bumps his body against Sam’s, ready to attack his brother.

“Guys, it was a pleasure to work with, or rather for the both of you again. You should’ve listened to the girl’s words. What did she say?” Charlie smirks watching Dean’s face darken as Sam dared to glance at you on the monitor.

“Maybe you should think less about you and your needs and realize what the girl of your dreams wants. That girl, she’s a smart one.” Arms crossed over her chest the bubbly redhead smirks up at Sam. “She said that Melody had a thing for the both of you…maybe Y/N is the same…”

“Wait…what?” Dean’s eyes narrow as Charlie points toward you stroking your mother’s hair. “You mean she wants us both? Oh, that's…”

“Not in a million years I will share her!” Stubborn as always Sam glares at Dean who tries to not punch his brothers’ nose.

“Can you two not stop fighting and do what’s best for the girl you want meanwhile? I mean, look at her. It’s been only a week and she looks so much better.” Charlie’s eyes fill with tears when you press as a soft kiss to your mother’s cheek. 

“Imagine what you and Dean could do for her without Y/N even recognizing. You have more money than anyone could ever count. Power, influence, and people at all the right places. Stop trying to get into her pants and start caring for her.” Sam’s eyes drift toward you and your mother again and his stomach tightens.

“What else can we do to help her without Y/N noticing? I mean, we can’t pay her more…oh-fuck! That’s it.” Smirking Dean elbows his brother and for the first time, Sam chuckles. “I got an idea.”

“You want to blackmail Earl to pay Y/N more money and give it to him?” Brows furrowed Sam smirks at his elder brother. “Let me handle this. He almost peed his pants last time.”

“Dude don’t give that old geezer a heart attack or something. Y/N will lose her job if he dies.” Charlie snickers watching the Winchesters bicker about nonsense. It almost feels like in the good old times, before one girl parted the brothers.

Charlie only hopes, history will not repeat itself with you…

“You want me to do what and will give me what?” Earl stammers as Sam towers over him like a titan. “I would never lie to Y/N, Sir. How could I look into a mirror not hating what I see?”

“Listen, we will give you money, you lie and tell her that she will get more wage. My brother and I want to help her. There’s nothing wrong with helping people.” Sam becomes impatient when Earl looks at him with disgust.

“She will not want your money, Sir. Y/N knows you are no good men, you and your brother. The girl always kept her distance to bad boys.” The mobster is taller, younger, and stronger but Earl won’t give in.

“Last chance to be cooperative, old man. We want to help her without Y/N knowing. She deserves a bit of happiness. Now agree or I’ll…”

For the first time, Sam doesn’t know how to threaten someone. He can’t hurt the old man, or you would know it was one of them.

“You swear this is only to help her? No strings attached?” Earl nods silently, hoping he doesn’t make your life harder by agreeing to the deal. “Okay. I’ll offer her more money, but I can’t promise she’ll take it, Sir.”

“That’s all we want. Charlie will talk about the details with you. Now…uh-ahem.” Dean looks at the pie you baked, licking his lips, before he eagerly points toward it. “I want the pie, no all of them. I miss her pie…”

“You are going to be fat soon if you eat them all,” Sam smirks, a mocking tone in his voice. For the first time, he wants to tease not to kill his brother. “Maybe she’ll go for me then…”

“I bet Y/N likes her man with meat. Now, back to the pie.” Unimpressed by his brothers teasing Dean buys two pies. “I’ll feast on her pies today.”

“As longs as you do not feast on her.” Charlie groans when Sam starts to fight again. “You know, this doesn’t mean we are brothers again. It’s only an armistice to help her.”

“Got it, Sammy. I knew you wouldn't be man enough to take one step toward your brother. Who, if you would use your heart once in a while lost Melody too. Twice, by the way.” Dean leaves the diner with two pies in his arms while his brother follows him with sad eyes.

For a while, everything seemed to turn out for the better. For a while, you even had hoped life can be not cruel and soul-crushing but - you should've known better.

One day you joked with your mother, hugged her tightly and the next you have to watch the paramedics fight for her life.

When the heart monitor shows asystole you know, this is the end.

This wasn’t how it supposed to be. You wanted her to stick her feet into the sand and feel the sun warm her skin for the last time. 

You almost had the money you needed to rent a car and make a short trip with her before the end comes closer. Now all your mother saw was her room and the tears run down your face before she closed her eyes for the last time.

“I am so sorry, Ms. Y/L/N. We did all we could, but her heart was too weak. Do you need a moment?” The doctor asks and you nod silently. Everyone leaves the room to give you space and time to say goodbye to your mother.

Her skin is still warm when you kiss her forehead. “I am sorry, mommy. I wish I could’ve invented something to save you. Maybe if I was a better daughter, a smarter one…”

Sniffling you run your fingers through her thin hair. “I love you, always will. Please be in heaven and wait for me.”

“Why did you wake me at 2 am, Charlie? I need sleep and…” Looking at the monitor Dean’s heart drops. “What happened? Why is Y/N crying? Charlie?”

“Her mom, she died minutes ago. The doctor and paramedics tried anything but, in the end, they were as helpless as Y/N.” Charlie sniffles silently. “It feels wrong to watch her, boss. Shall I…”

“I…I gotta call Sam…right? I mean it wouldn’t be fair if I just rush over to her apartment to take the chance to soothe her. I…we need to help her.” Dean dials his brothers’ number already running out of the room.

“Sam, Sammy…we got to go to Y/N’s place. Her mom, she just died…”

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“Good morning. What can I bring you today?” The man’s eyes lit up and he gives you a dirty grin again. 

You would call him attractive, charming even, but you are used to wealthy guys coming through town to check on the girls to have a bit of fun.

“You look beautiful today, Sweetheart.” He is glancing at the missing name tag you refuse to wear as you do not want anyone to yell your name through the diner. “Will you tell me your name today?”

“Listen, you are nice to look at and charming, but I told you I’ve got no time for flirting, dates or anything in between. My life is…” Biting your tongue you pour him a coffee, black, no sugar as he likes it.

“Maybe I can help you, pretty girl. I’d like to help a nice girl out.” His eyes search your face, as he tries to find a way to make you open up to him.

“I don’t need your help, okay. Order or leave it but do not act as if you are interested in me. I know guys like you believe someone working at a diner is easy prey. If you need to get laid, look somewhere else. In this sleepy town we look out for each other and you have quite the reputation…”

“I have?” Smirking he leans closer to brush his fingers over your hand. “What do people say, Sweetheart?”

“I don’t know much. All I know is that there is this cocky guy, green eyes, bowlegs who calls girls Sweetheart. He’s the love them and leave the guy or rather…” Leaning closer, your lips inches from his face you smirk. “The fuck them and leave the girl heartbroken guy.”

“Interesting, Sweetheart.” Using the pet name on purpose the man shrugs his coat off. “I think I’ll stay a bit longer today. I want your Tuesday’s Special, a piece of your cherry pie and more coffee.”

“Y/N, can you help me over here?” You love Earl, you do, but right now – you want to strangle him. He just let your name slip after you managed to not tell the cocky stranger your name for over four months.

“Y/N, nice name for a pretty girl.” Now he holds out his hand and you shake it, while you roll your eyes. “I am Dean, and I’d like to ask you out.”

“No.” His hand won’t let go of yours but you use all your strength and he drops his hand, sighing heavily.

“I will change your no into a yes. If I must come here daily, I’ll do so…” Dean smirks as you round the counter to help Earl clean the table. “You will see, Sweetheart.”

“You can try, but you will not succeed. I do not need a man in my life.” Turning your back on Dean you can see the smirk tugging at his lips.

No other woman ever said no to Dean Winchester – one of the most dangerous men in Lebanon.

“Boss, you sure you want to do this. I can go in, find out why your brother hangs out at the diner almost daily and come back without anyone noticing.” Looking at the diner you are working at Sam shakes his head.

“I have to check it out, Cole. Something seems to be fishy about this diner. According to the information, only three people are working at the diner. Old geezer called Earl Fitzgerald, the owner, his wife Maude and a waitress called Y/N.”

“What’s fishy about a diner?” Cole looks at the papers in the manila folder, not getting why Sam and Dean are interested in a boring diner.

“That waitress, she came to town four months ago, since then, my beloved brother is at this place almost daily. I bet she is one of his rats in town. This is neutral ground. He agreed to not start a business here, just like me.” Sam’s eyes narrow as he watches you toss garbage into the dumpster.

“I’ll wait here, call me if you need back-up.”

“Hello, what can I bring you?” Looking at the tall man who seems to study the menu you try to give him a fake smile.

You are tired, your feet burn, and your head is pounding but you manage to keep a straight face. “Coffee, tea or rather one of our famous milk-shakes?”

The man eyes you warily, let his hazel orbs wander all over your appearance before they land on your tired face. “Coffee is fine, Miss.”

“Anything else? Pie, a burger or a salad? You look more like the salad guy.” The first genuine smile meets the stranger as he nods thoughtfully.

“Salad would be nice. Maybe with chicken and fresh fruits?” His voice is smooth when he asks you about the menu.

“I’ll bring you something, Sir. Just a minute.” When you want to pass him by, he grasps for your hand, to have a look at your wrist. Surprised he raises an eyebrow to not find a tattoo.

“I don’t know how people handle things where you come from, but in our town, men do not touch a girl without her allowance. Let go or…” He drops your hand, mumbling an apology as you shake your head.

“Sorry. I was just…sorry.” The man seems to be confused as you storm off to get his salad.

“I should spit into that bastard’s salad, Sweetie. He just grabbed your arm.” Earl slides his fingers over the baseball bat hidden under the counter. “I can hit him with my bat.”

“Some men believe they can touch a girl as they are used to get what they want. Look at him, Earl.” Pointing toward the tall man looking at you, an amused smirk on his lips. “He looks like that other guy, Winchester.”

“Winchester?” Earl’s heart begins to race as his eyes drift toward the tall man at his table. “Holy fuck, Sweetie. Those are dangerous men!”

“You mean annoying, Earl.” Taking the salad out of Maude’s hands you give Earl a smirk. “Guys like Dean Winchester are all bark, no bite.”

“You don’t understand…they are bad news…” Maude’s stammers as you walk back toward the man to hand him his salad.

“Made with love.” You almost toss the salad onto the table, followed but you, tossing a napkin at the tall man but his smirk never fades.

“You’re a feisty one, I see.” His eyes drink you in once again and he suddenly knows why Dean comes to the diner almost daily. “It’s you, nothing else. Of course,…good…”

“What’s so funny? If you do not want to eat the salad, go to a fine restaurant, and do not waste our time, Sir.” You turn to leave but his hand slides over yours and you freeze as he asks you to stay.

“My name is Sam, feisty girl. Sam Winchester and I’d like you to eat with me. How about we go out tonight? I know a nice restaurant. We could get to know each other better and more…”

He’s self-confident, you give him that, but the bowl with the salad you empty over his head let him not look as smooth as before.

“Listen, buddy. I will tell you the same thing I told the other Winchester. I do not know if there is a conference of you in our nice little town but between the two of us. Neither you nor the guy calling himself Dean will get a chance, okay. I will not spread my legs for any of you. Now move your ass out of here and do not come back.”

Storming off you cannot see Sam starts to laugh with his full body. No girl, not even a guy, ever dared to pull such a stunt. Everyone else would have been too afraid.

“That girl is golden, Earl. You need to keep her.” Sam removes the salad from his hair as the dressing runs down his neck.

“I think this will be my favorite diner from now on. The salad was delicious…” Still laughing Sam tosses money onto the counter before he gets up to leave.

“Have a great day, Sir.” Earl chokes out while you watch the tall man with angry eyes. He gives you a dirty grin, nodding before he leaves the diner.

“Such an idiot…”

“Boss? Uh—what happened to your hair?” Cole looks at Sam who still cannot stop laughing. “Boss?”

“I think that I just found the girl I am going to marry. Feisty little brat. I’ll enjoy taming her for sure.” Looking at the diner Sam chuckles again. “I know why my brother comes here. He’s after my girl, but he won’t get her.”

“Shall I get her for you, boss?” Glancing at his boss Cole gulps hard as Sam shakes his head.

“Nah, Cole. I will have to put some effort into wooing for this one. I told you…” Now Sam’s eyes darken and a smirk appears on his lips. “I am going to marry that one and no one will stop me.”

“Sam was at the diner? He was at my diner and Y/N tossed salad onto his head?” Chuckling Dean cannot take his eyes off you.

You are talking to the nurse taking care of your sick mom, sniffling silently as she tells you something Dean can’t hear.

“Boss, girl looks pretty sad. I got all the information you wanted.” Benny hands Dean a folder as said man cannot take his eyes off you.

“Why was Sam at my diner? Why did Y/N empty the bowl with salad over his head? We need to keep an eye on my beloved brother. I can’t let him get close to my chosen bride.” Lower lip trapped between his teeth Dean groans as you walk into your bedroom to strip your clothes off.

The light is on and you forgot to close your curtains so he can watch you walk around in your underwear. “I dare you to watch my girl, Benny.”

“My eyes are closed boss but I suggest, you should do the same. That’s kinda creepy, Dean.”

“You’re right, but damn she’s making me rock-hard for months. I have to make her mine soon or my dick is going to go on a strike for sure.” 

Snickering Dean sighs as you close the curtains, unaware a mobster just got a glimpse of your panties. He looks up at your window for a moment longer before Benny taps his shoulder.

“I think there is someone else watching your girl. Black SUV, no light to our left. Shall I get the gun ready?” Dean’s eyes drift toward the well-known SUV on the other side of the street.

“Figures. Sammy and I are two sides of one coin. I should have known he will discover my new love interest sooner or later but this time – he won’t win. This time the girl I love will not die due to his mistake. Let’s go…”

“Evening, gentlemen. Nice night to sit in a car and watch my girl. I suggest you and your dog leave this part of the town. It’s neutral ground, so none of your business, Sam.” 

Dean’s eyes narrow as Sam gives him a cold smirk. “Didn’t know she’s yours, Dean. I don’t think that girl is interested in a loser like you. I think…” Stepping closer Sam rolls his shoulders. “She will go for the younger and more potent brother…”

“Yeah. That went well last time.” Teeth gritted Dean balls his hands into fists. “With me, Melody could still be alive. It’s your fault she got killed.”

“It was yours, Dean. You and your jealousy made her…” Sam takes a deep shaky breath before he meets his brother's eyes. “She ran away as you wouldn’t stop causing trouble. It was your fault they found her and…”

“Mine? You couldn’t protect her, Sammy. It was not my fault you forbid me to protect her! I was ready to accept she chose you, not me but you had to cut me out of her life completely! I would’ve killed for her…” Benny needs to hold his boss back as all the pent-up emotions well up once again.

“…and you did, didn’t you? As far as I know, you found them all and it was a massacre according to my little rat.” Sam huffs as his brother looks at his hands as if they are blood-stained like all those years ago.

“I had no choice. You know I had to avenge her. It’s not as if anyone would ever miss those monsters…”

“Monsters. Bold coming from a monster. That’s the reason Melody turn toward me. She was frightened you would hurt her one day. It was fear which made her fall into my arms…” Sam’s words hurt Dean more than a gun or knife ever could. “She didn’t feel safe with you, Dean.”

“Monster…she believed I am a monster?” Sam’s eyes don’t give away it pains him to hurt Dean even more. His brother is like a wounded animal since Melody’s death but he can’t give in. – Not if he wants to win you over.

“I think we are done here. That’s my girl. Hands off, Dean.”

“Well, Sammy. I saw her first and she did not empty a bowl with salad over my head. I think…” Eyes full of mischief Dean straightens his back. “This time the girl will go home with me as…” 

Opening his wallet Dean tosses a picture of Melody, Sam, and him on the Impala to Sam’s feet. 

“...unlike the unstable girl you got killed, Y/N is a strong girl and in the end, Belle loved the beast more than the smooth gentleman…”

Turning around Dean storms off, leaving a stunned and heartbroken brother behind. Sam never thought Dean would toss the only picture he got left of Melody away.

Sam doesn’t know Dean kept on hanging on the thought one day Melody would’ve chosen him…