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“Y/N, are you sure your good to close up buy yourself?” Carly asks, as she rounds the bar with her coat in hand and bag over her shoulder.

“Yes, of course, I have closed up so many times, I could do it in my sleep, besides it’s dead in here” You say, giving her a reassuring smile, looking around the room, you only have three people in the whole place, which for a Wednesday night in this small town that says something. Normally it would be packed, but the nearby colleges in Detroit are out for summer break, so the number of customers has completely dropped. 

“Alright, you going to ask that cute one over there for his number?” Carly asks in a hushed voice, leaning on the bar counter so only you can hear. You look to the stranger, sitting at the far end of the bar, close to the door. He is cute you think, short dirty blond hair in that ‘I just woke up’ messy look, his emerald green eyes, not focused on anything really, moving from the tv to his phone. 

“I don’t think I am his type, besides he’s probably just passing through, doesn’t look like a local” you say, wiping down the bar with a rag, and then sticking it in your back pocket. 

 “Oh come on Y/N, you have to stop that, you’re hot” she says, giving you a smile, looking back over at the stranger and then back to you, “besides when was it that you had just some fun, a night of just letting loose? He looks like he could do that for you?” she says with a grin forming on her face. 

 It had been a while…okay a few years, but in your defense, guys from this small town or who came into the bar, weren’t looking to hook up with a girl like you. Your not model thin by any means, and as much as they love your personality, you always got the line of ‘Your such a great girl, laid back and fun’  but it was the thought of seeing you naked that turn them off right quick, so you honestly stop trying. 

 “No I think he would like you better, you should go for it?” you say, turning your back to Carly, to put a few glasses away. Looking at your watch it, 1 a.m., yes finally it’s getting to that time. 

 “I don’t think so, night Y/N” she says, turning to walk out. 

 “Night” you say over your shoulder. You look around and make the last call announcement, giving a quick glance over to where the mystery man is sitting, you notice that he gone, ‘well missed out on that’ you think. “Hey last call everyone” you yell to the last two people in the bar. 

 This causes the last to stragglers to leave, well that was easy you thought, on a normal night it was a mad dash when you made last call to get their orders in. Heading over to the juke box, thinking you are alone, you play your favorite song. 

 Hitting a few buttons, “Closing Time” by Semisonic, the guitar riff breaks through the emptiness and you just stand their for a second letting the music fill your ears, God I love this song. 

 “Wow, if that is not a cliché song then I don’t know what is” you hear a deep voice coming from behind you, pulling you from your thoughts and startling you. 

 “What the hell!” you yell, turning around to see mystery man standing next to his chair behind you. your heart is beating a mile a minute.

 “Sorry, just came from the bathroom, you really play this to tell customers your closing?” he asks, picking up his beer and finishes it off. 

 “No I made a last call announcement, you were gone…I thought,” you say, a little annoyed that he dissed your favorite song, and scared you. You head towards the bar, picking up the few remaining glassware on the table as you pass. “Thought I was alone, do you want anything?” you ask, hopping he will say no and leave. 

 “Sure, whiskey” he says picking up his beer bottle and following you to the bar where he takes a seat. 

 Of course he would want something you think, grabbing a glass you pour him a drink, “and this song is great how can you not like it?” you ask. 

 “It’s just…not my favorite…more of a classic rock guy myself” he says, taking a drink and setting the glass down between his hands. His emerald green eyes lock in with yours, and you now notice how truly handsome and way out of your league he is. With his strong jaw that has the two day scruff, and a dusting of freckles along his nose and cheeks. Why is someone this gorgeous in a small town like this one, talking to me in a run down bar? 

 “Well you know the story behind the song right?” knowing that this was never going to go anywhere you figure might as well be nice, maybe get a big tip out of it. You start to do your nightly close behind the bar, as he ponders.  

 “No, what?” he says, finishing up his drink and spinning the glass between his fingers on the bar. 

 “The band needed a new song to close out their performances, and so one of the members wrote this, and when it came out, all the bars were using it, an that is how it got so popular” you say, pouring him another drink. 

 “Interesting” he says, giving you a nod of thanks for the drink. 

 “So you got a name?” you ask, finishing up behind the bar, and wiping down a few tables. “I should probably know your name, you know cause I am letting you hang out here while I am closing up and all” you say giving him a half smile. 

 “Dean, and you sweetheart?” he asks, turning to watch you, feeling his eyes on you, normally you would be creeped out by something like this. For some reason Dean didn’t make you feel that way. There was something about him that drew you to him instead of pulling you away. There was something about this man that you couldn’t quite place, and then it hits you, you do know him.  

“You’re not from around here are you Dean?” you question, walking back over to him, you take a seat next to him. Sitting across for him, closer then you have been all night, you see the man your father has told you about.  

 “Nope, just passing through on work” he says, leaning into you, one hand on the bar the other draped casually over the back of the chair. 

 “What do you do?” you ask, looking at his attire, dress in jeans, a open red flannel shirt over a black t-shirt and leather jacket on the back of the chair, you know what he does, hell you know who he is. Keeping your face calm, not wanting to break, you want to see how long he will keep this up. 

 “umm…family business, nothing exciting” he says, avoiding the question, clearing his throat, he shifts his eyes downwards towards the floor. 

 You have meet a few over the years, passing through on the way to Detroit or Saginaw for hunts, or leaving the state. From what you can gather there are two types of hunters; those who want to tell you all about ‘wild’ stories after they had a few too many, to impress you, and those like Dean right now that would rather forget what they do.  

 “Cool, I know about family business” you say, the gesturing around the room. Giving Dean a pass on telling you the truth, you decide that hopefully this information will help him piece it all together. 

 “This is your bar? You’re Y/N (your last name)?” he questions, giving you a inquisitive look. 

 “Yep, it was my dad’s and he left it to me” you say mater-of-fact, just bringing up your dad, makes you miss him even more. His line of ‘if their money green and the credit cards go through, no need bother them.’ runs through your head, and you have to stifle a laugh, knowing that he was talking about hunters. Your dad telling you that they were mostly harmless and to just let them be.

 “I knew your Dad…he was a great man…I am sorry to hear about him passing” Dean says with sincerity. You can see it on his face, he means this, and it makes you happy. You also see relief wash over his face, now putting two and two together that you really know what he does, “So you know…”

 “Yeah I know you’re a hunter Dean, I knew who you were the second you walked in” you says, holding your smile for getting to big, you shake your head a lean over to grab the whisky bottle and another glass, pouring Dean another and you one. 

 “How…” he questions, taking a drink.

 “Dad told me about you…best hunter out there” you say as casual as possible then taking a drink.  

 This line, causes Dean to choke a bit on his drink, he sets the glass down, trying to get air back in his lungs. 

 “Ummm….What?” he says, a bit off guard, you hand him your bar rag, and he takes it, wiping the whiskey that is falling off his chin. 

 “Yeah…Dad would talk about this hunter, Dean Winchester, legendary, best hunter out there, survived death so many times, has the reputation of making death his bitch” you say as casual as possible as if this is a normal statement people make everyday. 

 Raising the glass to finish off your drink you watch as his breathing becomes normal and he trying to hide the pride that he feels about being call ‘legendary.’ Its a nice to see him trying to hold back, most guys would be so smug about it, Dad was right, Dean was a different kind of hunter.

 “So you know about the life…well it’s not all glamour as these guys make it out to be sweetheart” he says getting his confidence back, finishing up his drink in one motion. You watch him for a moment, letting the silence fill the room. You can tell he’s hurt, behind that hard exterior, is someone, a boy just wanting a break. Now you see it the circles under his eyes, the wear of the road getting to him. Jumping from case to case, he looks like he hasn’t had a good night sleep in forever. 

 “Never thought it would be” You state, wanting him to know that you understood the sacrifices that he and every hunter out there make, and for most it wasn’t their choice to do this. “So were you here for a hunt or coming for one?” you ask.

 “Both, sweetheart” he says.

 I know who I want to take me home. 

Take me home

 You hear the song start to come to an end, the few final lines filling the silence, almost as it saying what you want, you want to go home, you want Dean to take you home. Just something about him, makes you want be with him, besides the whole sexy as hell thing that he has going on, it’s just talking with him. He was making you feel something you hadn’t in a long time. You could feel your confidence rising or was that just in your mind?

 “I think I should be going, let you get out of here” he says, reaching for his wallet, to pay, you put a hand up to stop him. 

 “Keep it” you say, with a smile, trying to not look to defeated that he is cutting the night off short, you get up and start to walk away, trying to shake off the disappointment, ‘come on Y/N, you know how this ends.’

 “I can’t do that” he says, pulling out some money and setting it on the bar underneath his empty glass, you quickly see that’s all he has left in his wallet. He gets up, and shrugs on his jacket. 

 “Where you crashing tonight?” you ask, not sure why, just something inside you doesn’t want him to go just yet. 

 This causing him to look up at you, “umm…not sure yet…think there a motel down the street?”

 “Yeah…along with disgusting old beds, and cold water” you say, setting down your rag, “Wait here” you tell him, as you go to the back to grab your jacket and bag. You come back out to see him standing there waiting, you walk over towards him, picking up the money in the process and handing it back to him. 

 “What…” he starts to protest, but you cut him off, your fingers just lightly touch his when handing him the money. 

 “I know you would have saved him… if you would have been here…he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time” you whisper to him, looking down at his hand and yours, the pulse that you’re feeling, just won’t go away. This statement catches him off guard again, you look up to see his emerald green eyes staring intensely back at you.

 “I was just one day behind…” he starts to explain, but you hold a finger up to stop him, you didn’t want to hear it, not tonight. 

 Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

 That line runs through your head, not sure what comes over you, but you lean in, giving him a light kiss on the check, “come home with me, Dean” He looks at you, as if this is coming out of left field, and you know that you have to make it clear what you want, “I mean as a friend…God your cute and all, but give a girl some credit” you say, pulling away from him, walking past him. 

 As much as you want him, in every possible way, you’re smarter then that, a friend is what you need, it’s what you think he needs right now. No point in messing it up, when you know that he will never want you that way anyways. You reach the door, and turn back to see him watching you. 

 “You coming?” you ask, pushing the door open with your hip and letting the cool fall air come in. 

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We spend the next three days in an endorphin-fueled haze until my heat and his rut finally burn themselves out. I am exhausted and sore and doubt I will be walking normally anytime soon.  I collapse into his arms and we sleep like the dead until my growling stomach wakes me up.

When I open my eyes, he is watching me, but his gaze is clear so I know his rut is over.  “How long have you been awake?” I say sleepily.

“Long enough to know I’m starving.” Dean answers. “How about I make us some breakfast?”

I give him a surprised look. “Your gonna cook for me?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “You know, Y/N, I did manage to feed myself before I met you. I may not be a chef, but I get by.  I make a mean scrambled egg.” He says, flashing me that sexy grin of his.

“I’m just not used to guys cooking for me is all,” I whisper, feeling incredibly self-conscious.

“If you want to grab a shower I’ll have breakfast ready when you’re done.”  He tells me, kissing me quickly before jumping up and heading to the kitchen.

I feel like a new woman after a hot shower, and I smile as I hear Dean singing “Traveling Riverside Blues” off-key in the kitchen.  I stand in the doorway for a minute, just watching him.  Even with bedhead and three days growth of beard, he is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.

Dean slides a plate of eggs and toast toward me, clearly proud of himself.  I take a bite, and then another.  The eggs are hot and creamy and super cheesy, just the way I like them.  I moan with happiness, and Dean’s eyes darken.

“How do you do that?”

I look up from my plate of happiness, confused. “Do what?”

“I’ve just spent the past three days fucking you seven ways to Sunday, and all it takes is that little moan you do, and I am hard as a freaking brick.” He replies, and suddenly the lightness is gone, and we are reminded there is unfinished business.

We eat in silence for a few minutes before I finally speak.  “So are we going to talk about this?” I ask, pointing towards the claiming bite on my neck with my fork.

His shoulders tense subtly, but I still notice it.  “I didn’t plan on doing it. I just couldn’t control myself.” He says quietly, not meeting my eyes.

I immediately assume the worst. He doesn’t want me.  He didn’t mean to claim me and now he’s stuck with an Omega he doesn’t want.  I feel like I’m going to be sick.  I push the plate of eggs away from me as if they are poison.  I don’t know what to say to him when he grabs my wrist.

“Look at me, Omega.” He commands. I look up, and the tears that I have been trying desperately to hold back spill down my face. “Y/N, please don’t cry.  Let me finish. I wasn’t planning on claiming you now, not during my first rut with you. But let me be clear. You are mine.  I just wanted to do it when I wasn’t out of my mind with rut. But I don’t regret it, not for one second. I love you.”

I am out of my chair so fast Dean barely has time to catch me before I tumble into his arms. “ I love you too, Alpha.”

“Your brothers are gonna have a field day with this,” Dean mutters against my hair and we both laugh.

I decided not to say anything for the moment about Dean claiming me.  I was always honest with Babi, so when my heat started, I had texted her and told her I needed a few days off and why.  She was an Omega, she understood how it was. 

 I left out the part about Dean being in rut.  She replied she was happy I had a handsome Alpha to help me through it and to let her know when I would be back to work.  She must have told the twins to leave me alone because I didn’t hear from either of them.

I got to work early because I wanted to get a head start on things since I had been out. There were certain items on the menu that only I made, and I knew we would be running low. 

I made sure to wear one of my uniforms with a higher neck so no one would see Dean’s claiming mark.  I didn’t want my family asking questions that I wasn’t ready to answer.

 I was elbow deep in flour when Cas and Meg came in.  “You look like your feeling better,” Meg said with a sly grin.  “Can’t imagine why.”

I glared at her and rolled my eyes in Cas’ direction. Babi must have told her. Damn her! “Much better.  Thanks for asking.”

“Please tell me your making pie. We’re just about out of everything.” Cas told you as he hung up his coat.

“Hello to you too, Brother Dear,” I said sarcastically. “I’m touched to see how much you missed me.”

“I missed your baking skills, anyway,” Cas said with a grin as he dodged the dough ball I lobbed at his head.It was really busy, and I was rushing around like a madwoman trying to catch up on all the stuff that needed to be done. I was still worn out from my heat, so by late morning, I was losing steam. I should have taken a break and eaten something, but I didn’t want to spare the time when there was so much to do.

I was filling the bakery case up front with some freshly baked pies when I heard a mocking voice speak from behind me.  “Well if it isn’t the little Omega tease.” 

I whirled around, ready to clock any dick that spoke to me that way. My eyes widened. It was that guy Barry from Dean’s garage.  Great, just what I needed today! “What do you want?” I snapped.

“I’m getting lunch. Thanks to you Winchester looks at me like he wants to snap my neck whenever he sees me.” Barry said with a sneer.

“Guess you shouldn’t have touched me then,” I said with a shrug, outwardly calm but inwardly seething.

The next second, both my brothers were standing next to me in full Alpha mode, blue eyes blazing with anger.  “What did you just call my sister?” Jimmy demanded.

“She’s your sister?” Barry questioned.

“Yes, she is,” Cas confirmed.

“I called her a damn tease.  Why else would she come into a garage full of Alphas when she’s in heat, looking so damn hot? She got Winchester so worked up she drove him into rut and he almost killed me.” Barry snapped.

“That’s it!” Cas exploded. “You need to leave, now! If I see you in here again, I will tell Dean you were bothering his Omega and he will kick your ass!”

“You heard my brother, Barry.  Get the hell out!  Dean won’t have to kick your ass because I will! Now go!” I told him furiously.

Barry looked at the three of us and realized he was seriously outnumbered, so he turned and walked out without even waiting for his food.  I finished putting the pies away and turned to the twins. “Thanks, guys.  He is an asshole. I’ll talk to Dean about him.”

Jimmy and Cas exchanged a look without speaking. One of their “twin telepathy” looks, I called it.  

“So are you going to tell us what happened?” Jimmy finally asked in a tight voice. 

“No, I’m not. It’s really none of your business.” I told them over my shoulder as I went back into the kitchen.

Jimmy and Cas left me alone for the moment, but knowing the twins like I do, I knew this wasn’t the end of this.  They wanted answers, and they wouldn’t stop until they got them. They were tenacious little bastards when they wanted to be.It was late afternoon, and I had been going nonstop since I’d gotten there.  It was just easier to keep going to avoid talking to Cas and Jimmy. I was in the walk-in refrigerator gathering some ingredients I needed to make quiche. I’d grabbed some eggs, cream, and some fresh herbs and as I stretched to grab butter from the top shelf, I got very dizzy.

The ingredients fell to the floor of the walk-in as I felt myself start to pass out. I made a quick grab for the metal shelf but I couldn’t get a grip, and my head hit the edge of it hard as I went down. The ragged gash in my forehead began to bleed profusely, my blood mixing on the floor with the cream and the broken eggs.

I never even heard Jimmy open the walk-in door and scream, “Cas, come quick!” at the top of his lungs. What happened next is all a big blur.  I don’t remember Babi coming, 911 being called, or the ambulance ride to the hospital.  I don’t even remember falling.  One minute I was getting ready to make quiche, and the next minute I wake up in the hospital with one mother of a headache.

“What happened? Why does my head hurt?” I ask groggily.

“You passed out at work and hit your head.  You have a concussion and a nasty gash that needed stitches and you are dehydrated. I suspect you haven’t eaten anything today, have you?” Babi grills me.

“I just had so much to do……” I began.

“You are the most stubborn girl I have ever met! You’re weak from your heat. You know how important it is to eat, and especially to drink lots of water.  Haven’t I taught you better than this?” Babi scolds me, and I feel like I am nine years old again.

“Has someone called Dean?” I asked quietly.

“He’s on his way,” Cas says in a hard voice. I look at him strangely.

“Speaking of Dean, we saw the mark on your neck, Y/N.  Do you have something you want to share with the class?” Jimmy asks in a very soft voice that hints at his barely restrained fury.

Part 10