#senselesssamii

Tapping.  Incessant tapping.  That’s all Dean could hear when he woke up, and, frankly, it was beginning to annoy him, but that was overshadowed by the confusion fogging up his mind.  A twinge of pain in his left temple caused him to wince as he sat up and opened his eyes to the soft blue light from the moon seeping into the room from a tiny window at the top of the wall.  He glanced around the room he was in.  Concrete walls, bare floor, naked light bulb, broken dusty bookshelves on the wall, an old rusty bike sitting near him, a broken television amidst other junk.  Must be in a basement, he thought, but how did--

More tapping.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath, turning towards a silhouette in the window.  That’s what must be tapping…  He managed to get to his feet without a problem (though his body ached and his head was throbbing) and went to the window.  The brass clasp on the bottom of it opened fairly easily, allowing the hunter to lift it open, revealing a familiar face.  “Y/N!”

“Dean!”  A grin creeped onto her face.  He always liked it when she did that.  “God, I’m so glad we found you! Are you ok?”  He could barely see her eyes clearly, but the worry lining her face was obvious.

“I think I’m all right. My head kinda hurts, but apart from that…” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, I’d be surprised if your head didn’t hurt.  You were probably hit pretty hard.  A hit to knock you out could have…” she trailed off.  “Well, you’re obviously fine, now.”

“Y/N, what’s going on? What happened?”  Dean asked, trying to search his memories for the answer, but it was too foggy.

“You don’t remember?” Dean shook his head, though he instantly regretted it as the twinge of pain returned.  “Sam and I went to the old shoe factory to follow up on a lead, and you decided to go to the cemetery to take care of the salt ‘n burn.  It wasn’t just a ghost, Dean!  There was a ghoul, too!  We tried calling you, but you didn’t answer.  When you didn’t turn back up to the hotel after an hour, we got worried, so we followed your cell phone signal here.”  She leaned down a bit more, getting closer to Dean’s face.  Had the wind not been blowing so much, he would have smelt her perfume.  Suddenly, she began laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s like you’re the damsel in distress and I’m Prince Charming!” she giggled again, making Dean roll his eyes despite the smile plastered to his face.  “Oh, how the tables have turned.”

“Doesn’t that mean I get to kiss you at the end of this?”  He quirked an eyebrow, licking his lips.  Y/N cocked her head to the side, a smirk playing on her lips.  She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, biting her lip, something she did subconsciously that drove Dean crazy.  

They had been flirting endlessly since the day they met, and that’s probably why Dean was so drawn to her. It was like they’d both fallen into an unspoken relationship that was never official.  They never went on dates, but they did almost everything else a couple would do.  It had been a year at least since the “relationship” started, so why hadn’t it gone any further than playful punches, long midnight chats, or never-ending flirting?  Because both saw it as a glorified friendship, and neither thought that their feelings would be reciprocated.  Both thought that, when the time comes, they could separate without any problems.  Until tonight.  

Y/N got worried when he didn’t pick up after the first 5 times, then she lost her mind when he wasn’t at the cemetery.  What if something bad happened?  What if he didn’t just go off to a bar and forget to turn his cell phone on?  What if someone took him?  What if he’s d—she wouldn’t let herself think that.  No way in hell would she be able to think clearly enough to find him if she let her mind wander to the worst-case scenario.  It wasn’t until Sam had brought up her panic in the car that she even realized how much she cared for him.  “I love him?” she muttered to herself.  Then it hit her.  “I love him, Sam.”  He nodded. He’d noticed a long time ago, and told her that she should let him know.

The fear twisted Y/N’s gut around, nervously waiting for her to confess something she’d only known herself for a short time.  “Look I have to tell you something—“ she started, but a crash on the front porch stopped the words from escaping her lips.  Without even thinking, she bolted to help Sam, leaving Dean anticipating what she was going to say.

“Wait, wait!” he called after her, “No, come back!  What were—“ Just as quickly as she had left, she was in front of him again.

“Wait, Dean, I love you,” she blurted, before turning to run again.

“I love you, too.” Dean didn’t even have to think about it. He didn’t think about it.  It just sorta… fell out of his mouth.

“Great,” she breathed out, smiling like an idiot.  “What?” Did he just say what I thought he said?

“Yeah…  I love you.  Have for a long time,” Dean confessed, now realizing how long he’d been harboring feelings.  

Y/N didn’t know what to say. She stood there on the grass, frozen, unsure of what to do or say.  So much was going on, she barely had time to wrap her mind around the whole situation. “K,” she quickly said before running back towards the house.

Dean froze in confusion. Did that actually just happen?  

A few minutes and dead ghouls later, Sam busted down the door to Dean, who was immediately enveloped in a bone crushing hug.  “Don’t ever burn bones by yourself again, ok?”  Sam muttered, making Dean laugh.

“It’s good to see you, too, Sammy,” He chuckled into his brother’s shoulder.  Y/N stood outside the door, her hands in her pockets.  Dean didn’t take his eyes off her.  When he let go of his brother, Dean walked straight towards her, pushed her up against the dirty wall, and kissed her. Fireworks, explosions, electricity. It felt like the world was on fire as their lips moved in synchronization, her hands went up into his hair, his pulled her closer.  

Sam cleared his throat, signaling the couple to cease their make-out session.  Y/N pulled away, breathless.  “So… that’s a thing.”  Sam rolled his eyes, going back up the dark stairs.  

“I’m going back to the car. Don’t take too long.  The cops might be headed here.”  Y/N could have sworn he muttered something along the lines of “ya’d think they could were rabbits or something,” but she didn’t really focus on that when Dean’s lips were on hers again.  

“Wow, I didn’t know a Princess could kiss like that.”  Dean rolled his eyes again at her statement.  “C’mon,”  she took his hand, “let’s get outa here. This place gives me the creeps.”  They went up the stairs relatively quietly until she spun around.  “Dean?”

“Y/N.”

“Did you mean what you said? Do you really love me?  Because I’ve loved you for a long time I just didn’t see it until now and if you don’t like me that way that’s fine I can leave I just want to know because I don’t think I could—“  Dean cut her ranting off with another kiss.  She deepened it, wrapping her arms around his neck.  He pulled away slowly, letting the action sink in.  She grinned sheepishly.  “That was a really nice way of telling me to shut up.”

“Y/N, I have loved you for a long time.  I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner.  You have made my life—this life bearable.  I never thought I would get the chance to be happy, but despite all this,” he gestured to the stairwell, “you fill my life with the kind of happiness I never knew.”  Tears were welling up in her eyes, and she pulled him into a hug.

Mornings in the Ackles house were never the same. Some mornings, Jensen and you would sleep in until 12pm. Other mornings, the two of you were up and the ass crack of dawn for breakfast and workout.

Today was just as different. Jensen had a late flight from flying from Vancouver last night and you decided to wait all night for him. That resulted into the both of you not getting out of bed until late in the day. Who could blame you, though? Staying up late to wait on your husband plus having hot "I missed you so much" sex would wear anyone out. You definitely weren't complaining though.

Jensen was still asleep beside you, but that didn't stop you from rolling out of bed and heading downstairs to make, breakfast, well brunch according to the time it was.

You were cooking up a storm, music playing on a small speaker, and you signing along. Jensen finally made his way to the kitchen, looking like hell. The laugh that came from your mouth wasn't intentional, it just kind of slipped out.

"Oh, you think it's funny waking me up this early."

You sat down the whisk you were using for the pancake batter and looked at him, "Jensen, it's almost one in the afternoon."

That smart remark of yours made Jensen's eyes roll.

Grumpiness was expected after the short, not so short, sleep the two of you had. You knew that once he had his coffee, he would be back to his normal self. So, it really didn't matter that much.

Jensen sat on the counter, watching as you walked from the stove and the counter, getting the food ready. Waiting for the food to be done was probably the worst part, it was boring and you were strangely full of energy. So, you decided to have some fun.

While Jensen wasn't paying any attention to you, you took a handful of flour and gently slapped it on his face.

He sat his coffee down on the counter, got down himself and made his way over to you. "I'm gonna kick your little 5′4 ass."

Before you knew it, Jensen had you pinned between him and the counter. His hand in the pancake batter. You knew what was coming and you could try to get out of this situation, but Jensen was faster than you, a lot faster. It was no use.

Jensen's hand finally landed on your head, some of the batter splattering on the cabinets and then falling down your face.

"You know damn well I didn't put this much flour on you Jensen!" You weren't mad, you were still just trying to have fun.

He just shrugged his shoulders and gave you a cocky smirk, "told you I was gonna kick your ass."

"Well, there's one nice thing about being  this short." You laughed. You ducked under his arms and jumped on him, putting batter handprints wherever you could reach. Jensen grabbed a handful of the batter and tossed it at you, getting it all over your shirt.

"Looks like your shirt is all dirty." Jensen smirked. "You should probably take it off." You tossed some batter at him then.

"You first, Mr. Ackles."

And of course, he wasted no time. Right after you finished the sentence, his shirt was on the floor and he had his arms across your chest, "c'mon, short stuff."

You smirked and slowly made your way out of the now messy kitchen, "on second thought, you stay here and finishing the cooking. Maybe even clean up this mess. I'm gonna go take a nice shower."

As you were running down the hall you could hear Jensen turning off all the appliances. Soon, you could hear him running behind you. You weren't surprised that he had decided to join you in the shower.

When he caught up to you, he pulled you against his chest and whispered in your ear, "it wouldn't hurt to wait a little longer on breakfast."