#ron pope

“Hey, did you have a nice time out?” Sam asked as [Y/N] entered the library after a night out with her friends. 

“I- I did,” she smiled softly, clutching a paper bag in her hands. “Thank you for pushing me to go out.” 

“Of course,” Sam replied, giving her his full attention from his seat. His laptop sat on the table in front of him with a bunch of news pages open. Next to the laptop were several lore books and notebooks. He looked exhausted, to say the least. “It’s your birthday. You deserve a break from… everything.” 

[Y/N]’s smile dimmed a little. She had always loved celebrating her birthday from when she was young. But, this time, she felt the opposite. Celebration was the last thing on her mind after losing the love of her life. She didn’t know what was worse; Dean being murdered or him coming back to life as a demon. And, now, he was missing. 

“I wish you came along too,” she told Sam, clearing her throat. “You could use a little break too.” 

“I didn’t want to crash girls’ night,” the younger Winchester chuckled. 

[Y/N] smiled, thinking of her best friends, who made the night special for her. It helped having friends, especially girl friends, who were in the hunting life and she didn’t have to hide anything from them. They were aware of what was happening with Dean and did their best to cheer her up for one night at least. 

“I have a feeling you must’ve skipped dinner, so I brought some for you,” she said, stepping closer and placing the bag next to the books. “There’s some cake in there too.” 

“Thanks, [y/n/n],” Sam replied softly, looking up at her, and she nodded in return. 

Although [Y/N] had taken the time to dress up and had a smile on her face, he wasn’t oblivious to the sadness in her eyes. She was trying her best to look as if she was okay. 

He exhaled heavily and got up from his chair to hug her. She hugged him back, gulping down the lump in her throat. 

“Happy birthday, [y/n/n],” he said quietly against her hair. 

“Thank you, Sammy,” she whispered and hugged him tight for a moment before pulling back. 

“I will find Dean, [y/n/n],” he told her, a determined look in his eyes. “I promise you, I will.” 

“I know, Sam,” she nodded with a tearful smile. “Can I help you with anything?” 

“No, I’m okay,” he shook his head and sat in his chair again. “I’ll eat and do a little more research.” 

“I don’t mind helping you,” she offered again. 

“Tomorrow, okay?” he smiled at her. “For now, go get some rest.” 

“Okay,” she nodded. “Good night, Sam. And, don’t forget to eat, okay?” 

“Yes, mom,” he tried to joke and she playfully glared at him. “Good night, [y/n/n].”

With one last smile at him, [Y/N] walked out of the library and made her way towards her shared room with Dean. 

…

[Y/N] shut the door after entering the bedroom and looked at the neatly made bed. 

The memories of Dean and herself in the very same room played in front of her eyes; the two of them cuddling and watching movies on his laptop, Dean randomly tickling her without any mercy and making her laugh uncontrollably, laying in each others’ arms and chatting about anything and everything, making love and Dean cradling her head against his heart afterwards. 

Without her control, tears ran down her cheeks and she quickly wiped them away, sniffling. She opened the messages on her cellphone, yearning for a message from the man she loved. But, there was nothing and it made her heart ache. She locked her phone and tossed it on the bed before going to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

She changed into some pajama shorts and a tank top. Then, she wore a flannel shirt of Dean’s and buttoned it up. She threw her hair into a high ponytail and stood in front of the mirror. She ran her hands over the material of the flannel shirt and wrapped her arms around herself, imagining that it was Dean hugging her. 

A sad sigh left her lips and she walked over to the bed, getting under the covers. She didn’t want to sleep just yet. She sat with her back leaned against the headboard and grabbed her cellphone again. 

She frowned when she noticed she had a missed call from an unknown caller. Before she could ponder more, her phone rang again, the screen flashing ‘unknown caller.’ 

“Hello?” she asked quietly, answering the call.

The person on the other end remained silent. 

“Hello?” she asked again and there was still no reply. 

[Y/N] briefly wondered if it was a spam call. Or if it was someone messing with her. 

Suddenly, she heard the person on the other end exhale and her breath hitched. She abruptly sat up straight, her eyes pooling with tears. 

“Dean?” she whispered. 

The night seemed darker than usual. The sky was pitch black with no moon and no stars in sight. The cold wind washed over him as he stood in the parking lot of a bar. His fingers tightened around his cellphone when he heard her call his name. 

“Dean, is that you?” she whispered again. 

His face was a mask of calm. But, on the inside, hearing her voice after so long brought up a strange feeling. 

[Y/N] shut her eyes, the action causing tears to roll down her cheeks. She knew who was on the other side of the call now. It was him, she knew. 

“Dean, are you okay?” she asked, desperate to hear his voice. 

She wiped her cheeks with her free hand and sniffled. 

“Please be okay, Dean,” she said, trying to smile. “Please be safe.” 

She gripped the comforter with her free hand, still wishing he would say something to her. 

“I- I love you, Dean,” she said, her bottom lip trembling. “I love you so much. I hope you’ll come home soon. I- I miss you.” 

His lips pressed tightly, his hold on his cellphone tightening further. 

[Y/N] waited. Another few minutes went by and soon, the call got disconnected. She looked at her phone screen and a sob escaped her lips. She laid on her side and hugged Dean’s pillow as she silently cried herself to sleep.

…

‘I love you, Dean.’

‘I miss you.’ 

Her voice kept ringing in his ears and he closed his eyes tightly. He thought he had stopped feeling when he became a demon. However, hearing her voice brought back his memories with her. And, her memories brought a strange feeling to his gut. It was the exact same feeling he had when he decided to leave the bunker, leave her. 

“Dean?” a voice called from behind, interrupting his thoughts. 

With her voice still echoing in his mind, he turned to see the blonde waitress he had spent the previous night with. 

“Crowley was looking for you,” she informed.

“I’ll be there,” he nodded shortly, distracted. 

“But, he–” 

“I said I’ll be there!” he almost growled out, causing her to jump in her spot. 

“Okay,” she whispered, dejected, before walking back inside the bar. 

Dean turned away from the bar again. He realized it was a mistake to call [Y/N]. The sound of her voice and the sadness in it troubled him. He felt caught between enjoying his new carefree life and going back to his previous life, where the girl who loved him was waiting for him. 

In the end, he steeled his heart and made his way towards the bar, letting the demon in him take the lead.