#morethanwords

Two new hunts popped up in the same town, a Wraith' case, and cherry on top, Ghouls. And those suckers were the toughest ones.

Everything had required 3 more intense days of interrogations, research, lack of sleep and an inevitable increase in stress level.

3 hunts in a row, and to say it was a massacre is an understatement.

Heading to the Impala, to finally drive back to the motel, Dean checked that no one was seriously injured.

Sam reassured him that aside from a few bruises and a couple of scratches, he was fine "Extremely tired, but happy it's all over" he stated before getting into the car. Y/N though, didn't say a word, heavy breathing due to the adrenaline still pumping through her system.

But as soon as Dean approached Y/N, he couldn't help but notice her clothes were soaked in blood, so he reached for her hand, cocking his head to get her attention.

"Hey, are you okay?" his voice firm and full of concern.She snorted, biting her lips, trying to avoid his gaze.

Worried, Dean placed a finger under her chin, slightly lowering himself . "Hey, Y/N, look at me, are you hurt?" he asked, not missing how she looked everywhere but him.

"I-I'm fine" she said with a trembling voice, pulling her face away from his grip.

He shook his head, not convinced from her words. He knew her well enough by now to know when she was lying. "No, you’re not fine, you’re sure far from being fine, you're covered in blood, you’re shaking, an-" he tried, increasing a little his hold on her hand.

"Not my blood, ok? You happy? let's go now" she spat, finally looking at him straight in the face.

Dean flinched at her words, eyes widening in astonishment by her unexpected reaction. "Happy? What's that supposed to mean? What the hell are you talking about?" he tried once more, frowning in confusion.

"Forget it! I'm fine, now let's get the hell out of here" she released herself from his grip, stepping away from him.

He grabbed Y/N' arm, turning her to face him, preventing her from getting into the car “We're not leaving until you tell me what's wrong” he stated firmly.

Before she could argue back, Sam called them, his voice coming from the front seat, trying to catch their attention "Guys, are we going or what?”

Dean didn't even give a glance in his brother's direction, his eyes fixed on Y/N's "We're not done yet." he stated, finally loosening his grip.

She tugged her arm away from him "Yes, we are" she said, climbing into the back seat, slamming the door behind her.

Sam gave them a brief look as they both took their place into the car "You guys okay?" he asked, not missing the obvious tension between them.

"Yeah, I’m fine, peachy! What about you, Y/N?" Dean asked sarcastically, giving her a quick look through the rearview mirror as starting the car.

Y/N huffed, closing her eyes for a moment "Dean please, stop it. Don't go there" she warned him.

Sam frowned "Uhm, ok, could someone just tell me what's going on? What did I miss?" he asked.

"No clue, man, just ask her...and good luck!" Dean shrugged, shaking his head, looking at the road ahead.

Y/N sighed in exhaustion "You really want to talk about it? Fine, let's talk then." she said before Sam have time to say anything. “I told you something was wrong, but as always you go with your plan, not giving a damn shit on what others say.”

Dean scoffed in disbelief, "Oh, wow, are you even serious? So now it’s my fault if this hunt didn't go as expected?” hands tightening more and more on the steering wheel.

"Of course not, I’m not saying that, but I asked you to wait and don't go on with your martyr complex." she sighed, looking at him.

His eyebrows twitched into a frown "Wait? Wait for what? I saw a chance and I took it as I always do" he shrugged.

"A chance? A chance to die faster? Jesus, Dean, we were outnumbered and could’ve ended up really bad. You were reckless, and of course you just couldn't wait to use the new 'toy' Ketch lent us, without even know how to use it a-" she said, air quoting, trying to make a point.

Dean sighed, cutting her off "Oh my God, there she goes. I knew it. Still with that thing. You just can't drop it, huh, Y/N? "

"Guys, please, can we just- " Sam tried, seeing that the mood in the car was heating up, but they didn't even listened to him, completely ignoring his attempt.

"No, I can't, because you hurried in that damn house, using a strange gun without even know how it works. What if you'd been hurt? That thing could have blown up in your face. Do you even think about yourself once in a while, Dean?" she swallowed hard, only thinking about that possibility.

Dean’s eyes widened in disbelief "Geez! I swear, sometimes you’re so overdramatic. A strange gun? Really? C’mon Y/N, it's a fucking rifle, an awesome one I'd say, it blew those freaks heads off. We were caught off guard and that thing saved our asses, so what's the matter?”

"Guys, please stop!" Sam tried, hoping this time to stop them before things got worse.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief "An awesome one?!? Are you serious? A weapon is not a toy, especially a new one you don't know anything about and yo-" she tried to say, before Dean cut her off, roaring.

"Jesus Christ, you said that 3 times already, I get it! And before you say anything, NO, I had no idea that thing' impact would end in a ghoul shower. You may think I was thoughtless all you want, but I did what I had to do, and I won't apologize because all I could think of was getting this fucking hunt done and get our asses home safe and sound. We're fine and that's all that matter, so now stop making me feel like I don't know how to do my job." he shouted out.

"DEAN!" Sam scolded looking at his brother "Stop! Both of you! Please guys, we’re all exhausted, this hunt kicked us right in the ass. And Dean, Y/N was just worried, I was too. Everything went wrong, but” he sighed “The worst is passed and we're fine, so let's just try to relax now." Dean quickly glanced at his brother, clenching his jaw he brought his gaze back to the road, deciding it was best not to add more.

Y/N opened her mouth a couple of times, trying to say something, but tiredness and all those emotions she was overwhelmed with, kept her silent. Shifting on the seat a little, she passed a finger over the misted glass, fixing her eyes on the road. The sun had long set, the road barely brightened by the dim glow of the streetlights that lined it, which increased as they got closer to the downtown area. Sam's words echoed in her mind, and they were what kept her mind away from the worst, different scenarios.

As the time passed by, the silence inside the Impala became almost deafening.

When Dean dared to briefly look through the rearview mirror, he saw Y/N chewing her bottom lip, probably an attempt to hold back the tears that, no matter how much she tried, run down her cheeks. His heart ached at the sight.

He knew her long enough to know there was way more behind those tears. He knew she wasn't crying because of his words or a stupid weapon, and at the source of those tears there was another feeling. He knew what it was because he had experienced himself first. Fear.

He swallowed the big lump in his throat, hating to see her like that. Hating ever more having let the stress of the last few days take over his nerves.

Patting on Sam's shoulder, he pointed at his tapes box under the dash. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. He turned the radio on and as soon as the melody began to fill the silence, Y/Nbegan sniffing.

All the emotions she was trying to hold back were released, and a muffled sob came out of her.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw that Sam was about to say something, and stopped him with a hand. "No" he said, shaking his head.

Dean wanted to say something himself. Anything. Maybe put his hand on her knee, even for a brief moment, just to letting her know he was there. Or even stop the car in the middle of the road, reaching her into the back seat and holding her tightly in his arms, making her feel safe. But he didn't. Because it wasn't how she worked, so he did the one thing he knew she needed. He gave her time.

When they finally got to their motel room, Y/N couldn't wait another minute and turning around, she faced Dean, who was right behind her. "Dean, I'm sorry, I-I just-" she said with a trembling voice.

Not giving her time to finish the sentence, he pulled her into his arms.

"Dean, no, I have pieces of stuff I've never seen before, everywhere. I'm gross." she said, trying to push him away.

He smiled, hugging her tighter "I don't care, let's be gross together.”

As his arms wrapped her, the well- known feeling of warmth and protection that only Dean could make her feel, overwhelmed her.

"I'm sorry, I know I've been a pain in the ass in the past few days, but..." she squeezed him tightly, pulling up with her nose.

Dean rested his chin on top of her head, slowly running a hand up and down her back "Shh that’s okay sweetheart, I'm right here. I got you!”

"I'm so, so sorry I reacted like that, it's just-" she said without looking into his eyes, slowly shaking her head and swallowing the big lump in her throat "I know how hunting dynamic works, but when we were caught off guard I-"

Dean cupped her face, slightly lifting her chin "Hey, hey, shh look at me, pretty girl"

Y/N did as told, sniffing, her eyes still teary.

"There's she is, my beautiful girl" he gave her the sweetest of smiles, brushing some tears away from her face. "Now listen to me, I know why you reacted that way, I know you baby, and I get it! I was scared too, trust me, sweetheart. I really was. And you know what? I'm also pissed, I mean, this hunt has been a living hell. C’mon, this town turning into a freaks’ magnet just on these days? Just our luck!” he scoffed. “You were right, maybe I acted without thinking, but I just wanted to end it quickly and get home in time, because that’s not how I had planned spending our anniversary. But we're fine and that's all that matters." he sighed.

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat and then start to pound so hard in her chest, she thought he could hear it. She smiled as new tears streamed down her face "Oh, Dean, I l-" she paused, swallowing "I thought with all the chaos of these last few days you-"

He leaned his forehead on hers, looking into her eyes "That I'd forgotten about it? Nah, no way! 3 years and counting"

Sam smiled, clearing his throat to get their attention “Uhm, I'll let you guys taking a shower or whatever, I'm gonna grab us dinner."

"The diner is a few minutes down the road, let's g-" said Dean, looking at his brother, pulling the car keys out of his pocket.

"No, no, no Dean, wait!" Sam stopped him "You’re both covered in blood and gore, I mean, you've bits of ghouls still hanging out of your hair."

Dean shrugged, removing a piece of something from Y/N's hair "We can use the baby wipes I've in the car" he said nonchalantly, but Y/N slapped his arm.

"Seriously guys, please just get in the shower, you smell like roadkill" Sam stated, crinkling his nose.

Rolling his eyes, Dean tossed him the keys, watching him leaving the room.

He turned to look at Y/N with a mischievous smile "Well, he's probably right" shrugging he lifted her up on his shoulder, lightly smacking her butt cheek, causing a small yelp from her.

She giggled holding onto his shirt "Dean, what the hell?". He smirked, heading to the bathroom.

Under the warm and steamy shower, they immediately felt relief flow through every fiber of their bodies, soothing their sore muscles, letting the water wash away all dirt and the tension.

"So tell me about our anniversary" said Y/N, her back pressed against his chest, a hand resting on his stubbled jaw.

Dean smiled, spreading soft kisses on her temple "I had planned to take you on a date, a winter drive-in night staged not too far from home" he explained "Burgers and fries, a couple of beers" his hands traveled to reach every inch of her wet, velvety skin, savoring every curve of that body he would've never ceased to cherish with his fingers, his mouth, his own soul, and with everything in him.

A soft moan escaped Y/N's lips as Dean's hands gently cupped her breasts, slowly circling his fingertips around her nipples. "What movie would've we watched?" she whispered, arching her back at the feeling.

"No idea, who cares? We were going to make out the whole time, anyway" he murmured, gently taking her earlobe between his teeth.

Y/N bit her lips, feeling his growing erection against her lower back "Sounds good, so romantic."

He slipped an arm around her waist, his big, warm hand, flat on her lower belly "Yeah? Do you like it? Just me and you, food, a movie, ending the night with me balls deep inside you for hours?"

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his words “Aww yeah, like I said, so romantic. Such a poet my handsome man is."

“I know, right? You're pretty lucky, girl” he chuckled.

She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed into his broad chest "Oh, I really am." she smiled hearing him humming. They kept losing themselves in each other's arms, sharing kisses, touches and every kind of attentions they needed, till they were satisfied... and till the water got cold.

"Finally, I thought you'd been kidnapped," Dean growled as Sam entered the room, an hour later, holding a plastic bag that his older brother was quick to snatch from his hand.

Dean placed the takeout bag on the nightstand, pulling the small white boxes out of it, frowning when he saw nothing but salad and healthy stuff in there. "Sam, there's only rabbit food here, I'm not eating this crap, what the hel-"

Lifting his head to look at his brother, he noticed that the door was open and Y/N was gone.

He was so focused on digging into the bag’ content, he didn't see Y/N smile at Sam, lightly squeezing his arm, gaining a little smirk in return, before leaving the room.

“Where is she?” he asked his brother, approaching the doorway. Sam shrugged, holding a smile "I don't know, man, why don't you go find out?" Dean looked at him, lifting his eyebrows, "What the fu-" "Dude, just go out there" his little brother interrupted him, smirking.

Shaking his head in confusion, Dean reached the Impala.

He frowned, noticing both of baby' front doors open, Y/N on the passenger seat, settling something.

"Babe, what are you doi-" he asked, getting closer.

He didn't quite end his sentence, what he saw gave him all the answer he needed.

On baby's front bench were boxes of food, two beers and a blanket, Y/N's laptop placed on the dashboard.

"Oh, sweetheart," he scratched the back of his head, sighing.

"I know it's not the same thing, but we won't give up our date" Y/N explained, smiling at him.

Dean shook his head, sitting into the car "That’s perfect. God, I lo-" he paused, swallowing "I-Iove it. I was supposed to be the one doing something special for you, on our day, but..."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She cupped his face, gently rubbing his bone cheeks with her thumbs "Dean, you do special things for me every day, for three years now. You've given me a home, a family, you make me breakfast almost every day, never miss to put extra bacon on my plate, I mean, bacon!" Seeing him blush, she leaned, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead "You give me the late night rides, just me, you and baby, on those nights full of bad dreams or bad thoughts. You put on 'Patience' in the car earlier, just to make me feel better, and these are just some of the special things you do for me, and I-"

Not waiting any longer, Dean kissed her, softly at first and then deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into her mouth, searching for hers. He let that kiss be the voice to all the love he felt for her, but couldn't put into words.

"Happy 3 years of us, sweetheart" he whispered, slowly breaking the kiss. He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks growing warmer "So, what are we watching?"

"No idea, who cares? We're going to make out the whole time, anyway." she shrugged.

He chuckled, taking a huge bite of his own burger "Interesting. So, if we go with the original plan, that means we're going to end up with me bal-"

"No Dean, you're not banging me in the same room where Sam is sleeping" she stated chewing some fries.

He nodded, tilting his head to one side, pouting, "Oh, you'll change your mind”

They spent the night enjoying their special date, both aware in the life they led, that moments like that, were never to be taken for granted. But they were lucky after all, because from time to time they managed to have something normal. Nights with no monsters, no hunts, no deaths. Just the two of them talking, laughing... and making out.

It was early afternoon when they were ready to leave. Standing in the motel parking lot with their back resting against one side of the Impala, the boys were waiting for Y/N to join them, so they could finally go home.

"Yeah, we'll be there in about three hours. Are you sure it-" she smiled nodding "Ok, thanks. Bye!"

Hearing her voice, Dean turned, seeing her closing the door of the room that had hosted them the last few days. He watched her hang up the phone, putting it back in her pocket, her bag in her other hand, one eye barely closed because of the sunlight. When their gazes met, she gave him that smile. The one smile that caused his heart to beat erratically.

"Everything okay?" he leaned in, gently pecking her lips, taking her bag, putting it in the trunk.

"Yeah, that was Jody asking about the case. She said sorry, but work got her stuck, and she couldn't come over to backing us up. I told her about the hunt, about how rough it was, how exhausted we are aand…” she paused looking at them both.

Dean lightly shook his head, raising an eyebrow "And?" encouraging her to continue.

"And since Sioux Falls is on our way home, AND, since she wouldn't mind having some company” she shrugged ”Well, we're dining at Jody's"

Sam smiled softly, patting his brother's shoulder "Thanks Y/N, tonight we're finally eating something that is gonna tastes like real food"

"Oh, I also told her we're going to stop by to get two extra chickens and if she could make her special recipe" she added.

Dean' eyes sparkled with happiness at her words, and a smile brightened his entire face "Wait, chicken? Th-the one with beans and potatoes? That chicken?”

It was that priceless look on their faces, one of the things she loved most about them. They were always so excited and so grateful about the little things. The thought of how something like a homemade meal could make two warriors, two heroes, her heroes, happy as little kids ready to unwrap their presents on Christmas' day, would never cease to melt her heart.

“Yeah baby, that chicken” she said, giggling.

Dean cupped her face, crushing his lips to hers, smiling into the kiss “Sweetheart, you’re amazing, I l-“ he swallowed, giving her another quick kiss, stopping himself from saying more.

Y/N couldn't help but shiver. "You're welcome, babe" she hummed against his lips, feeling goosebumps covering her skin at his words, doing her best to keep her heart at bay.

Sam chuckled at his brother enthusiastic reaction. "Ok, let's go, then"

"Sammy could you..." Dean nodded towards the backseats. His little brother gave him a thumbs up "Got it"

Dean handed Baby's keys to Y/N, winking at her, heading to the passenger seat.

Y/N looked at the keys, then at him, lifting an eyebrow "W-what does it mean?"

"You drive," he winked at her.

Her eyes widened, jaw almost fell to the ground "I'm sorry, w-what?" she asked, sure of having misheard.

Dean opened the car door without getting in "Yes, you drive!" he smirked.

She looked at him, swallowing, her eyes shining with emotions. Dean never let anyone drive his beloved Impala, not even Sam was allowed to get behind the wheel.

And yet… To all the silent 'I love yous' he had ever said to her, that one was the loudest.

"Hey, Dean?" she called out before opening the car door. He looked up, waiting for her to speak.

She smiled, biting her lips " Me too!" "I didn't say anything!" he shook his head, looking at her in confusion.

"Yes, you did" she nodded, grinning. He blushed, clearing his throat as getting into the car.