Warnings: storms, Talk of potential injury, talk of animal abuse.
Summary: Coming back from a hunt you discover something very interesting, but how is Dean going to react to this discovery?
Word Count: 801
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You knew this was a bad idea the moment you contemplated doing it, but how could you resist?.
You had just finished your solo Vampire hunt and was on the way back to the bunker. The hunt itself was relatively easy, only 1 vampire gone rogue and it was over faster than you thought it would be, so fast that you thought you would rather make the drive that very night back to the bunker instead of staying in the motel you had already pre-booked. You don’t know why, whether it was the lure of your soft, warm bed or the thought of Dean waiting for you in your soft warm bed but you were eager to return to your man. That, and you had a gut feeling that there was a reason you needed to make your way back early.
Half way through the drive back the weather took a turn for the worse, the sky looked dark and angry while there was rain pelting your windscreen with such force you thought it might just break. It got to a point that you had to pull over, the last thing you wanted was to survive a vampire hunt just to get taken out by a storm. You pulled over into a clearing on the side of the road, it was pretty much barren apart from a few trees now bare with the force of the wind stripping each and every tree of their remaining leaves.
As you sat in the car, the storm still causing havoc, you spotted something out of the corner of your eye. Over next to one of the trees sat a black bag, seeming to be moving with a force that was contained inside the bag and not from the forces raging outside. Deciding to investigate you took a strong breath in preparing yourself for the wet and cold you were about to face and you set off for the tree.
Slowly bending down you discovered that there was definitely something inside this bag, and it wanted out!.
Holding your breath once more you tore into the bag to discover a miserable looking, cold and shivering puppy. ‘Who the hell would do such a thing?!’ you thought to yourself. You had seen some pretty gruesome shit in your time as a hunter with the boys but never something this inhumane to an innocent animal.
Putting your anger aside for the sake of this little puppy you quickly gathered him up into your arms and made your way back to the temporary safety of the car. Once inside you checked over the puppy to see if there weren't any injuries you should worry about and after not finding anything for a solid 20 minutes you let out the breath you were holding finally realising that the innocent dog was ok.
Not even a second after you stop looking over the dog he climbed into your lap and started licking your face to show his gratitude. “What am I gonna do with you huh?” you asked the puppy as if he was gonna answer you.
You knew that Dean was not a dog person, Sam yes so that wouldn’t be a problem but Dean? He was not gonna be happy, but as the puppy looked into your eyes, still sat in your lap how could you resist?
After the further 40 minute drive back to the bunker you were finally back, the puppy next to you eager to see everything inside. You pushed open the bunker door and made your way down the steps, you didn’t get much further before you were tackled into a hug by Dean.
“Where have you been?! I was so close to going out into the storm and finding you myself, are you alright sweetheart?” he said frantically, holding your face in his hands. “Yes I'm fine baby, i promise” you said finally giving in and kissing him as you had been wishing to for the last few hours.
“Hey is that a dog?” you heard Sam say from behind Dean. The puppy was currently sitting waiting patiently behind your legs waiting to be introduced. “Yes he’s the reason I was so late, someone just threw him away in a bag, can you believe that?!. Look I know you're not a fan of dog’s Dean but ..” your rambling was cut short with another kiss from Dean making you relax instantly and all the stress you had melted away. “I don’t care if you came back with an entire zoo as long as I have you here with me, '' Dean said, making tears come to your eyes.
“So, what should we name him?” Dean said, bending down to lovingly stroke the puppy. “I've been thinking, I think his name should be…. Storm”.
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Summary: Having lived alone in your secret batcave for years now, the last thing you expected was two burly hunters to come storming in acting like they own the place. Somehow, you've got to make this strange dynamic work, but inevitably secrets will spill and hearts will break in the process.
Chapter 1 - Life is fine. Life is peaceful. Its just you, and your nice big home, with no one to bother you, and no one to invade your privacy. Until all of a sudden, there is.
Chapter 2 - Even as you start to adjust to life with housemates, you can't quite figure out the Winchester boys. Although sooner or later, you're bound to end up in a situation where you have to.
Chapter 3 - Accidents make emotions run high, and its not long before you confront Dean about his attitude towards you. However, all may not be as it seems.
Chapter 4 - You make some risky decisions once the brothers are gone, knowing they'll bite you in the ass at some point. When you finally see Dean again, not in the most appropriate position, the dynamics seem to have twisted.
Chapter 5 - Dean reflects on the events of the night and battles with his feelings for you, torn between hatred and tenderness. On different sides of one door, the pair of you battle your conflicting emotions completely oblivious of each other.
Chapter 6 - As you and Dean start to face your feelings, you start to accept that you need to communicate to make things work. A compromise is struck which meets all living arrangements, but it might mean a new career is on the cards.
Chapter 7 - You join the brothers on your first hunt, which reveals some surprising talents that prompt you to come clean about your past.
Chapter 8 - After the hunt, Dean gives you a surprise that brings you closer and sparks start to fly. That is, until the mood is seriously ruined and all hopes of the two of you getting along seem doubtful.
Chapter 9 - Dean gets back from his excursion and you bump into him in the kitchen. Emotions are running high, but is this what you both need to finally break the ice for good?
Chapter 10 - You and Dean deal with the aftermath of the previous night's events and Cas arrives with bad news from Heaven.
Chapter 11 - In preparation for the Demon invasion, you and Dean team up. But as you flirt your way around, you loose sight of where you are and end up stumbling into some very personal, and painful, memories.
Chapter 12 - You return to the bunker only to be met by an unwelcome visitor with even more unwelcome news.
Chapter 13 - The time has come to put your skills to the test. A social recluse, 2 seasoned hunters, an Angel and the King of Hell vs...well, everyone else from Hell. What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter 14 - The aftermath of the fight leaves a life on the line and brings emotions to the surface.
Chapter 15 - Our dysfunctional family come together to embrace a second chance at life together and take a more positive outlook on the future.
Chapter 2: Imbalance | (I'll think of a title someday)
A/N: this is fun to write, idk if anyone will like it but this is my oc. Lmao.
A flap of wings and world turned around her. It was a little blurry as the room came to view. She looked around at the yellow lit hall. The room was huge and only had more corridors on every wall. Her dog sat as he trued to adjust. There were two men sitting at around the table before her. The long haired man starring at her with his eyebrows raised while the other drew his gun and pointed it at her chest. Her dog growled at the weapon. "Woah, woah, Dean put the gun down. She's with me." Castiel said, standing in front of her. Dean hesitatedly put his gun back in his jeans and looked at her, sitting back down but never dropping his guard. "I'm Amani." She pointed at the dog. "And thats Damon." Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "So we're babysitters and dogsitters now." Amani looked at him, annoyed. Sam cleared his throat in the silence. "I'm Sam Winchester and that my brother Dean." He pointed toward his brother. She smiled and put her hand on her hip. "Oh shit the Winchesters." Dean raised his eybrows. "What's with the dog?" He laughed, unintimidated. "Well think of him as my partner in crime." They looked confused and she smiled at Damon. "Well why are you here?" Sam asked. "I don't really know.." She looked at Castiel. "Our friend Jack has lost his powers and it's making it difficult for him to adjust to reality." Castiel sighed. "Well where's Jack?" Just then he walked into the room as if he was healthy. He looked at her and smiled. She felt her eyes get glossy as she seemed to black out for a moment, the same happened to him. When they both stumbled a bit, Dean stared them both down. "What the hell was that?" Dean looked more confused then concerned. "I-I don't know." Jack sputtered. "Nothing." She deadpanned and straightened her jacket. "So-" she looked at Jack again and her eyes widened in terror. She mumbled words of confusion and fear under her breath as she backed away from Jack. Her dog started growling at Dean and Jack as he moved with her. "What?" They all seemed to ask frantically. "You- you are one the biggest imbalances in the universe! A nephilim! No wait- satan's nephilim! What a clusterfuck. Why would you want him to have his powers? He'll kill us all!" Her fear seemed to bubble into anger as she drew her gun and pointed to at Jack. They called her name but it felt distant. "You know that gun won't do anything." Castiel said in a comforting voice. "He can't be alive!" She screamed, tears picking her eyes. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "He's an imbalance." She explained, never lowering her arm or taking her eyes of the nephilim. "Hey, put the gun down and we can talk." Sam put his hands on the gun to take it gently. A tear fell down her cheek while she still held on to the gun tightly. Her shaky hands let it fall into his hands. She took a few steps back away from all of them. All she saw was the glowing around them and the voices in her head screaming. Sam left into another room while the other three just watched her shake. Jack was concerned, not scared. That made her unreasonably angry. He didn't know what she could do. He didn't know the bullets in that gun actually could have killed him. He was naive and confident. Sam came back with cup of water which she was hesitant to drink. "You got any beer?" She deadpanned. "You're like 15." Dean said. "Yea about that... Sit down, this is gonna take awhile."
Pairing : Teacher!Dean x Singlemom!reader.
Word count : 3,539
Written for : @spnaubingo
Square filled : Primary school teacher Dean.
Warnings : Fluff, smut.
SPN AU & Trope Bingo Masterlist.
You stood on the sidewalk outside the school yard, waiting for your daughter to get out of school. A gust of wind blew, and you braced yourself against the cold, and gave a little shake against the shiver that ran through you.
“It's too cold!” One of the other mothers was bouncing on her feet just a few feet away.
“It's only December.” You chuckled. “It's going to get worse.”
“Don't remind me.” the other mother groaned, just as the door opened and kids started to pour out of the building.
“Mommy!!” You smiled as your daughter pushed her way through the crowd of kids and rushed down the small stairs to your side.
“Hi, princess. Did you have a good day?”
She nodded. “I thought daddy was picking me up today?”
You gave her a small smile. “He called to say he couldn't. But grandma is waiting at home for you. She's going to take you shopping.”
“For a new dress!?” her face lit up, the disappointment from moments earlier, gone.
You nodded. “I just need to ask Mr Winchester something before we go, okay?”
“Kay!” As you started up the stairs, she ran up ahead of you to join another kid on the playground.
“Mr Winchester?”
He was by the door, the collar of his leather jacket pulled up against the wind. He turned his green eyes on you, and you were almost lost in them. “What can I do for you? Did she forget something upstairs?”
You shook your head. “No. I was wondering if you needed help with the finishing touches for the dance tonight. I can be back here in about 30 minutes, and I'm supposed to chaperone anyways. I asked at the office but they told me to ask you.”
“Uhm, yeah. That'll be nice.” he nodded and smiled. “Will I have two helpers?” He looked towards the playground where your daughter was running underneath the slide to avoid getting tagged.
“Uh, no. Just me.” You have him an awkward smile. “Is that okay? My mother is taking her shopping and will be dropping her off here with her friends for the dance.”
“That's fine.” He smiled. “Pizza or burgers?” You furrowed your brow. “I was going to order out for dinner. Just wondering which you'd prefer. I couldn't decide.”
“Uhm.. either would be fine.”
“Well you're no help.” he rolled his eyes with a playful smile. When he realized most of the kids were gone and he could head back in, he motioned towards the door. “I better get started. See you in a bit.”
You nodded and watched him go in. There was still another teacher in the yard watching the last of the kids waiting for parents, so you gave her a nod before calling out to your daughter. “Alex! Come on, time to get going. Grandma isn't getting any younger.”
Your daughter laughed with her friends as she ran to grab her bag. As you both left the yard, she waved. “What did you and Mr. Winchester talk about?”
“I was just seeing if he needed help setting up for tonight. But then he told me what a rotten little kid you are.”
She got a look of shocked horror on her face which made your smile widen.”You're such a liar!” she yelled, giving you a shove making you both laugh.
Stepping into the classroom, you saw him bent over his desk and cursing. “I figured you’d be down in the gym..”
“Just trying to finish up these stupid snowflakes.” He grumbled.
“What are you trying to do?” You asked as you came up next to him. “Maybe I can help.”
He looked up, and froze at the sight of you in your dress, all ready for the dance. “Uh..” He swallowed. “They, uhm..” His eyes moved to the box you place on his desk. “They need glitter. The kids did it, but it seems to have all come off. What is that?”
“My daughter says you like pie.” You gave him a smile.
“I love pie.” He looked up to meet your eyes. “You bought me pie?”
“Actually, I made pie. Yesterday afternoon. There’s half left if you want it. It’s pecan.”
“No one makes pecan.” He all but whispered before opening the box, and sure enough, there sat half a pecan pie.
“I do.” You chuckled. “It’s Alex’s favorite.”
“Mine too.” He reached in, and broke off a piece of crust and put it in his mouth. “Mm, I’ll be eating this later.”
“And I’ll get to work on this for you.” You moved around him. He moved out of your way and you got started. “Where is everyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re doing this alone?” He nodded. “I expected a hoard of mothers around you at least.” He laughed at that, a laugh that shook his whole body. “I’m serious! Did you not ask anyone? Because if you had, you’d have a good forty moms in here clamoring to do your bidding.”
He laughed even harder. “You think so? Would one of them be willing to do my laundry?”
You nodded. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been deemed the hot teacher. Mothers love you.”
“Oh I noticed.” He smiled, leaning on his desk as he watched you work on large snowflakes. “I got offers for help, but I turned ‘em down. I’d get more done on my own.”
“Smart man.” You teased. “If you turned them down, why say yes to me?”
He shrugged. “I hoped you’d bring something to snack on. I gotta tell ya, whenever you send cookies or cupcakes for the class, I take a few for myself.” He grinned.
“I do send enough for an army.” You smiled. “Does anything else need finishing touches, or is it just these?”
“Just those, that I saw so far.” He stood up straight again, and moved to the other side of the desk to help you with them. “Also, call me Dean, okay? If I hear Mr. Winchester during my down time, I’ll cry. Makes me feel old.”
You laughed. “Dean it is.”
You were in the gym now, and Dean was high up getting things hung. He glanced down at you. “You okay?”
“I just really don’t want you to fall.” You winced. “That is so high.”
He smiled. “Worried about me? I think I like that.”
“Hey, I’m the only person in here with you. If you get hurt, or worse, the mothers will riot and blame me.” He laughed his whole body shaking with it and you gasped. “You’re going to give me a heart attack! Get down from there!”
“Almost done, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “Just a few more and I’ll keep my two feet on the gymnasium floor. Good?” You nodded. “Relax.” He looked back up at what he was doing. “I’ll be fine.”
You stood back with a sigh and looked around. The strings of lights in some tulle were draped perfectly from the center going outwards, and the various size snowflakes hung down seemingly at random, but looked perfect with everything else. The stage was set, decorated with more lights, tulle, balloons and a sign. It was perfect.
“We did good.” He smiled, his arm around your shoulders as he admired the work.
“We did good.” You agreed.
“All we need is get the tables and that set up, and release the rest of the balloons.”
You nodded, but before you could answer, you heard his stomach. “I think we need to eat first.”
His arm left your shoulder and he rubbed at his stomach. “Yeah, I’m starved. Pizza this time and burgers next time?”
“Next time?” Your eyebrows shot up.
“Oh yeah, you’re officially on my decorating committee.” He smiled down at you. “Even if you turn into an anxious mess.”
“You pretended you were going to fall!” You shoved him, and he laughed.
You were sitting behind his desk eating a slice of pizza. Dean had pulled up one of the kids chairs and sat next to you. He licked his lips, his eyes watching you. “You’re making me very self conscious, Dean.” You mumbled behind the hand covering your mouth.
He smiled softly. “Sorry.” He turned back to the slice he had been holding, and took a bite.
You went back to eating yourself, but it wasn’t long before you felt his eyes on you again. You licked your lips, fingers going to them as you blushed softly. You turned to him, and he just stared at you for a minute. “Dean-”
He leaned forward, letting his lips brush yours softly for just a moment, and then he pulled away. You swallowed, eyes meeting his, you weren’t sure what to say or do.. He was your daughters teacher. “I’m sorry.” He got an awkward look on his face. “I just- did I read that wrong?”
“No.” You answered softly.
He smiled and leaned in for another kiss. This one had more behind it, and he was quick to deepen it. When it broke, his forehead was against yours. “Gotta admit, I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He chuckled. “You looked so damn good on parent teacher night.”
You laughed. “You’re such a dork.”
“You done eating?” You pulled back for a second, and before you could even answer, he was clearing the pizza aside, and wiping his hands on a wet wipe. You watched how quick he moved, and then his lips were on yours again, his hand on the side of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.
You rose up from the chair, and he was quick to move against you. You moaned softly as you backed against the desk. You didn't stop him when he grabbed you by the thighs and lifted them to his waist. His hands moving up them pushing your dress up as they went.
“Dean..” you breathed out softly against his lips.
He let out a groan at the sound and pressed himself against you harder, grinding himself into you slightly. “Fuck, I love how you say my name.” He mumbled as his nose brushed over your jaw and his lips went to your neck.
You giggled, the slight scruff on his face tickling. “Dean, I don't think we should be doing this.. here.. now..” You were having a hard time protesting.
“We’ve got time.” he groaned against your throat. You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes. “But if you want me to stop, I will. I won't do anything you don't-”
“No.” you bit your bottom lip and pulled him tighter against you, if that was possible. You didn't want to do this in your daughter's 4th grade classroom, but you couldn't bring yourself to make him stop. You wanted this, wanted him. “No, don't stop. Please.”
“Good girl.” he praised and dipped a finger past your panties to tease your slit.
You groaned. “Don’t.. don't talk like that.”
“Oh, you like praise?” he smiled. “Or is it the thought of fucking the teacher?” he teased, slipping a finger past your entrance, and you arched your back in response.
“Fuck.. you're going to kill me.” you whimpered, rocking your hips to grind your pussy into his hand, his fingers hitting deep.
“What a sweet death it would be, baby.” He smirked as you nodded in agreement.
Pulling his hand away, you whined at the loss. You needed to feel him, desperate to see what he was packing under those jeans. You went at his belt with such fervor that he couldn't help but chuckle. “Guess you wanted me for a while too, huh?”
“Of course I did. Hot teacher, remember?” you mumbled, getting his jeans undone and pushing them down. “Jesus…” you breathed out as he sprang free.
“Does that mean I don't disappoint?” You looked up at him like he was crazy for thinking he would. “Don't look at me like that. I've heard what the housewives say about me. Who knows what you were thinking.” he teased.
“Shut up and fuck me, Dean.”
He laughed, but you were quick to quell it with a deep kiss. Your fingers on your right hand ran through his short hair, while your left held onto his waist.
Reaching between the two of you, he lined up and slid home. A deep groan escaped him, his forehead going against yours. “You feel so good, baby.”
You let out a small gasp, your head going back and the hand in his hair guiding him to your breast. He took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it between his teeth as he rolled his hips.
You wanted more, you wanted him to give it his all, fuck you into next week while he uttered filthy words into your ear, but you knew he couldn't. Not here. Not with staff moving around the building. “Dean..”
Dean snapped his hips, and you whined and bit down on your bottom lip. He smiled and let your nipple fall out of his mouth. “Shhh.” he chuckled. “You're gonna get us caught.”
He snapped his hips again, chucking as you tried so hard to be quiet. When your lips fell open, he captured your mouth in a kiss. You took advantage and moaned into it, letting the sound get lost in his soft, full lips.
You were lost in the moment. The feel of his lips on yours, his breath on your face, the feel of his muscles moving under your fingers. There was the movement of his hips and the sweet drag of his cock every time he pulled back, and the twinge every time he pushed forward and hit just right.
Dean was just as lost in you. Your sounds, the bounce of your breasts and the feel of you warm and wet around him.
A knock on the door started you both. “Dean?”
“Shit.” he mumbled under his breath. Looking from you to the door. “Yeah, Stew?” You bit your lip and buried your face against his shoulder, really hoping that door didn't open.
Stew, the gym teacher, spoke from the other side of the door. “Tables and everything are set up. Kids are gonna start arriving any minute. Some chaperones already showed up.”
“'Be down in a bit, just finishing up eating. I'll put some pizza in the fridge for ya.”
“Thanks man.”
You both stayed silent and listened as the footsteps receded. “That was close.” Dean chuckled. “You okay?”
You nodded, not showing your face just yet. “We should probably get down there, huh?” you sighed.
“Yeah..” he watched as you finally lifted your head from his shoulder, and when your eyes met his, he kissed you softly once more before pulling away.
The dance had gone off without a hitch. You watched your daughter have her first slow dance with a boy, while Dean did his best to avoid getting roped into dances with moms. You had smiled seeing him teaching some boys dance moves you haven't seen used in years. And when a girl was sad about the boy she liked dancing with her best friend, Dean took her out on the dance floor and he laughed as he spun her around, treating her like a princess.
Even your daughter found herself on the dance floor with him.
But now, the night was over. The gym lights on bright as a clean up crew moved around. Your daughter ran out ahead of you, and you couldn't believe she still had so much energy. You were exhausted. “MOM!!” she yelled as she stepped out the large double doors.
“What is it, sweetie?” But when you stepped out, you had your answer. It was snowing. It had started sometime during the dance. The ground now covered in a thick white blanket as more large fluffy flakes fell.
“Its beautiful!” Your daughter ran out and began spinning, her dress rising around her as she twirled in the snow.
“That is a beautiful sight.” You turned, and Dean was a few feet behind you, eyes on you as the snow fell around you. “Need a ride?” You gave him a nod. Having not expected snow and living close by, you had walked over. “Your chariot awaits.”
He held out his arm, waiting for you to loop your arm into it, but Alex beat you to it. “The older boys say you have the coolest car! Is that true?”
He laughed as he started to lead her towards the parking lot. “It is.” he gave you a wink as you joined them.
“Straight in, and get ready for bed!” you called out to Alex as she jumped out of Dean's car with your key in her hand.
“Coolest car ever, Mr. Winchester!” she called out as she unlocked the door. “Night!” she yelled, running in and shutting the door behind her.
“Good night.” he laughed as he walked you to the door.
You stopped at your door and chewed the corner of your bottom lip. “Do you.. maybe.. want to come in? Have a coffee?” you asked nervously.
He gave you a soft smile and shook his head, but frowned when his answer had you looking down defeated. “You should get some sleep. You were yawning the whole drive here.” he pointed out. You gently nodded, not moving your eyes from the snow on your shoes. “Hey.” he hooked your chin and made you look up at him. “I'm really glad you came today.”
“Me too.” your voice was barely above a whisper.
The left half of his mouth curved up into a smile. “I think the next dance is too far to wait. What do you say?” You looked at him confused. “That burger I promised you. Let me take you out to dinner sooner than April. How does tomorrow sound?”
You stared up at him searching his face for some sign that he was messing with you. All you found was sincerity. “I'd love to, but I-” you motioned to the door, but he was quick to cut you off.
“Bring Alex.” his whole mouth was turned up now. “I just want to see you again.” You gave him a nod and he beamed. “Awesome.” He leaned in and kissed you. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart. I'll pick you girls up around 5:30.”
You bit your bottom lip and blushed, fingers lightly touching your top lip, as you watched him walk back down the walkway to his car. He gave you a wave before getting in. Once he was gone, you turned and headed inside, only to be met by your daughter, waiting with a big smile on her face.
“Mommy and Mr. Winchester, sitting in a tree!” she sang. “k.i.s.s.i.n.g!”
“Get to bed, Alex.” you laughed, taking off your heels.
“If you're kissing Mr. Winchester, does that mean I get 100% on all my tests?”
“Bed, Alex!” You couldn't stop the smile or the blush as she wiggled her eyebrows before running to her room.
One year later
“I want to thank you all for coming tonight, but before we get started, you may have noticed that I'm not the teacher you met at the beginning of the year. My name is Sam Winchester and I'm filling in for a few weeks.” Sam was perched on the edge of the desk as he addressed the room of fourth graders and their parents.
“He's Mr Winchesters brother!” one of the students pointed out to his mom.
Sam chuckled. “that's right. Dean is my older brother and I'm subbing while he's on leave.”
“Is everything okay? He's not hurt or sick, is he?” Sam saw genuine concern on many faces.
“No, no. My brother is fine. He's off on his honeymoon, actually.” Sam immediately felt the mood of the room shift as murmurs began.
“did you know he was getting married?”
“I didn't even know he was seeing anyone?”
“I wonder who she is..”
*knock knock*
Sam turned to the door. “Hi uncle Sam. Ms. Jeffords said I could come and stay with you. She gave me my report card and said she'd set up a meeting with mom and Dean when they get back.”
Sam nodded then motioned to the kids playing in the corner, two of which were arguing. “Keep the kids occupied for me, and well grab something to eat on the way home, okay?”
Alex nodded and moved into the room, handing Sam her report card as she moved past.
“Now, before we get into the details of each report card, I'll go over quickly what we've been learning, and what's to come.”
“Dean?”
“Yeah sweetheart?” Dean looked down at you laying on his chest.
“I love you.”
Dean smiled. “I love you too, baby. Who would have thought an elementary school winter dance could change someone's life..”
Shifting, you pressed your lips to his. “Admit it. It was the pie.”
He laughed. “Technically, it was that damn dress.” he groaned, rolling you onto your back so he was over you.
“Yeah?” He hummed and nodded as he lazily kissed down your neck. “Good thing I packed it then, huh?”
He groaned. “Put it on.”
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You were back from a bad hunt. A vengeful spirit burned down a house; sadly in the house, there was a mother and her child, you tried to save them but you couldn’t and you watched the mother trying to break the window upstairs to get out with her child in her arms, but she couldn’t get out. You told yourself that you couldn’t do anything, and it’s true, if you would’ve gone back there, you would be dead by now, too.
But no matter how much and how hard you tell this to yourself, you can’t help but feel guilty.
“Want a drink?” Asked Dean. You shake your head, you didn’t feel like drinking, you didn’t feel to do anything at all.
“I’m heading to bed. Night” You look at Dean then at Sam and turn around, walking to your room.
That’s when you closed the door behind you that everything came at the same time. You felt like fading like your room was on fire but you could do anything, the air leaving your lungs, tears falling down, images of the hunt and the mother and the child dying came, you sit down on the ground, your head between your hands, trying to calm your heart and mind.
You found yourself praying to Gabriel to help you, hoping that he would hear it. You couldn’t scream for Sam nor Dean, not that they would hear you, your room way too far from the library. Your vision was blurry, your head was spinning and you were exhausted, you had to fight against your own brain and this was not easy.
When Gabriel heard your prayer he immediately came to your room, only to find you on the ground, barely breathing. He ran to you, trying to make you focus on him.
“Y/N, look at me. Just focus on me.” Gabriel put your hand on his chest. “Look at me, feel my heartbeat, copy my breath. In and out. Focus on me.” After some minutes you found yourself breathing at the same time as Gabriel, your heartbeat back to normal. You close your eyes and sigh. “Thanks.”, “You okay? What happened?” you tried to answer but coming down from a panic attack was always exhausting. “Bad hunt, really bad one. Enough to trigger the attack.”, “I’m right here, I’m not leaving.” You looked up at Gabriel only to find him looking at you with concern. “Thanks.” You put your head on his shoulder, and he had his arm around you.
This night you explain everything to him, your story and why this hunt was bad, your sister died in a fire, this night you poured your heart out to an Angel, an Archangel, but also the one that makes your heart skip a beat but also knows how to calm it. This night Gabriel let you cry in his arms all the tears you buried for years.
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A/N: So I know I said I’m posting just Joker and Jared (LETO) fanfics now but I found a SamxReader that I wrote a while back so I thought I would post it! Hope you enjoy!!
Title: Close As Anyone Can Get
Pairing: SamXReader
Warning: Cuteness overload
Word Count: 2,428
I bounced my leg up and down as I sat on the curb of my driveway, my phone screen lighting up the darkness around. It was humid and hot out, making the whole situation worse. I stared at the text messages that were on my smart phone, through tear filled eyes. The last message had been sent at 11:36pm and read,
Ok honey. I’m just on the highway I’ll be there as fast as I can. Be there in about 10 mins.
I glanced up at the time at the top of the screen, it reading 11:47pm. I knew it was only a minuet but my chest tightened and a soft sob slipped through my lips. My phone fell from my fingers and landed on the gravel in between my knees that were up against my chest.
I buried my face in my hands as the faint shouts from the house behind me filled my ears, the dull ache that always sat in between my eyes returning once again. I had gotten used to the consent yelling and fighting in my household over the years, which I knew was not a healthy thing, but I hadn’t really had a choice.
I was the born to a materialistic “trophy wife” women who cared more about her appearance and her belongings than her child and a man who cared about his status at work and the cash that flowed in because of it more than anyone. Oh except of course all the young women he took to fancy hotels. He messed around while his only daughter sat at home struggling to keep the will to live, as her mother laughed with her friends about how ugly I was because I didn’t get dolled up everyday, just loud enough for me to hear through the thin walls and large hallways that carried the words to my fragile ears.
My life was a living hell up. I grew up in the same small town that I was still stuck in. I went to the small high school where everyone had known everyone since the age of 5. Which was unfortunate for someone like me who had had a big label plastered on my forehead from day one that read FREAK! By the time I was in high school I was a mess, with self harm scars already etched into my wrists, knew ones appearing almost everyday. Having no friends and parents who really should have never been aloud to have children did that sort of thing to you. Then one day I saw a news story on a girl around my age that took her life in a city not to far away from me. The story talked about how she was so young and never really got to experience her life. I decided at that moment and I wasn’t going to let these people rule my life anymore. I was going to get out of this house one day once I had to money and I would get to really live. I stood up for myself at school and just went about my life, not letting my parent’s absence get to me. I tried to see the positive things in life, even though they were hard to find most days.
Then one day he had appeared, helping me pick up the pile of mail that had fell from my arms. The moment my eyes met his I knew. I knew that this man was the one I was going to be with. Cheesy I know, but it’s how I felt when I looked at him, his brother leaning against their beautiful old car behind him.
Now I was sitting her, my tear stained cheeks puffy and red as I sat in front of the house we had to “down grade” to when my dad got fired from his big wig for sleeping with his assistant. In his office. My very unhappy other, if you could even call her that, was in the house screaming at my “father” for the 6th time today for something I couldn’t even understand through her sobs. I had snapped, grabbing my bag and phone and just leaving, not that they even noticed.
My head snapped up, my thoughts being pushed to the back for the moment, as the white 1989 Ford Crown Victoria Station Wagon that I knew belonged to Bobby, pulled up just passed my driveway. I wasted no time scrambling to my feet, picking up my phone and stuffing it in my over the shoulder bag; practically running on the boulevard to the passenger door.
I pulled hard on the sticky door and was in the car before the door even had time to open fully. I slammed the door close and pushed the lock down, just in case for some reason one of them came after their 21-year-old daughter, who they ignored but also treated like a 5-year-old.
I looked over at my 25-year-old boyfriend, panic and sadness in my pale blue eyes.
“Y/N what happened? I was freaking out the whole drive here!” He said leaning closer to me, wiping my cheek clear of tears. I shook my head and looked out the wind shield.
“Please just drive. Please Sam.” I barley whispered, my voice shaking along with my lip. Sam Winchester knew me better than anyone and he knew that I meant what I said when I was this upset. He nodded, shifted the car into drive and punched the gas. He used his right hand to squeeze my leg gently, continuing to caress it as I leaned my forehead against the window, closing my eyes as I let out all the pent up sadness that had been buried so deep it had never seen the light of day as we sped down the street towards somewhere better.
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I had finally started to calm down, my eyes drying as one last sob sneaked out. My body was still trembling slighting in Sam’s arms as we sat in the station wagon. Sam and I had put a large comforter and a few pillows in the large space at the back where there were no seats for all the nights that we had come out here for privacy. Sam was sitting up and I was laying down, my head on Sam’s lap. We parked behind an old run down building that stood on Bobby’s property. It was far from the house and there was no chance that anyone would interrupt our privacy. It was deathly dark out, the moon not even shinnying and the only light came from the numerous strings of battery powered LED fairy lights that I had strung up around the ceiling in the back. It created a beautiful atmosphere for all the moonless nights we had spent out here.
Sam had sat there stroking my hair as he tried to calm me down for at least an hour. I had told him through tears and sobs about how I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t live in a house with two people who were constantly at each others throats and acted like I didn’t exist. I couldn’t go to job where I was treated like I was disposable and if I ever said I wasn’t able to do something I would end up jobless. He had just told me that it was going to be ok and that he was there.
I finally shifted so I was laying on my back, my head still in his lap as I looked up at his incredibly handsome face, his hazel eyes glossy with their own tears. We just stared at each other for a few minuets, not needing words to know what one another was feeling. Eventually I broke the silence.
“I’m sorry Sammy,” I said, my lip quivering as the words slipped out. Sam said nothing as he pulled me into a sitting position and moved to face me. He gently lifted my legs up and tugged me close to him, spreading his legs on ether side of me, as I wrapped mine around his waist subconsciously. We sat like this a lot and it felt like set nature to me now.
Sam leaned down as he pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes shutting at the same instant that mine fluttered closed, calming darkness engulfing me. I heard Sam inhale deeply, a soft hmmm vibrating through his closed plump lips that made my head spin by just looking at them.
“You always smell so amazing.” His voice was deep and raspy as he spoke. I inhaled sharply, beginning to find it hard to concentrate on the reason I had texted Sam in the first place.
The moment didn’t last as long as I would have liked it too and Sam spoke again, both our eyes still closed.
“You have nothing to be sorry for Y/N/. None of this is your fault.” Sam paused briefly to pull back a little and took his large smooth hands, which I found surprising for a hunter, and rested them gently against the soft skin of my cheeks.
“The way people have treated is not your doing and it is completely understandable for you to be upset.” He put emphases on the word completely.
I nodded and I looked down as I took my hands and barley touched his hard stomach through his thin cotton t-shirt. I let them linger there and then began softly tracing the creases of his muscles, my eyes following them.
“Maybe there is something wrong with me. I mean there has to be.” I spoke softly, never taking my eyes off my fingers and the movements they were making. I felt sadness tug at my heart but I couldn’t cry, there wasn’t any tears left. I meant what I said. There was no way that that many people could dislike someone and there not be something wrong with them, something that they were doing to make everyone turn their head.
Sam sighed but I wasn’t quite sure if it was because of the idiocy of my statement or if it was cause of the sensations my finger tips were sending through his body. Ether way Sam didn’t bask in it long and I reluctantly let him lift my chin up so I was forced to look at him. He looked me directly in the eye, an expression of pain corrupting his normally sweet face. It was enough to bring tears to my eyes, apparently there were still some left.
“There is nothing wrong with you Y/N.” He said, his voice stern, “No one is prefect I know that, but baby, you are as close as anyone will ever get.” As a single tear slipped down my cheek, I felt my heart break. Not in a bad way though, it was good but lord did it still hurt.
Sam and I had been together for a little over 6 months now and from the first time he kissed me I knew he loved me. He had never said it but nether had I. That was something we both had trouble with. Sam was afraid to get attached to people because of his life and after Jess’ death and then his fathers he felt like as soon as he loved someone they died. I was afraid to say I love you because I had never felt like anyone ever felt it back and I had built up a wall to protect myself. But over the last half of a year Samuel Winchester had began slowly chipping away at the stone and I felt as if at any moment now, all of it would come crashing to the ground with the lightest of touch.
My fingers trembled against him and I felt the control that I fought so hard to keep at all times, slipping out of my grasp and god I was scared.
“I never thought that I would…” Sam clenched his jaw, a small tear escaping from the corner of his eyes as he continued, “That I would every love anyone again. After Jess died I made myself a promise that I would never let myself feel this way again, or if I did I would keep it to myself. I couldn’t risk hurting anyone ever again. But you, god Y/N you make it impossible for me to sleep at night without you next to me. Every time I see you it’s like the first time and I still get butterflies in my stomach when you smile at me.” By now I could barley see his emotional face through the tears in my eyes. I kept blinking to clear my vision, wanting to memorize the way his cheeks flushed with the sudden release of suppressed emotions. I wanted to forever remember the way his lip trembled as spoke the words that I knew were tough for him to utter. I fisted the fabric of his dark red shirt into my fingers, wanting him closer because that look on his face was killing me and I just wanted to hold him and make it all better.
“I mean, you walk into the room in that raggedy t-shirt you stole from me and your little orange pajamas shorts and I am so proud that I can call you mine.” He chuckled softly and I followed close behind.
“You make me forget about my past Y/N. You make me forget about who I am and who everyone expects me to, because the only thing you ever want from me is love. The only thing you have ever asked of me is that I let you in. For the first time in years I am happy. You make me feel like I am enough, that I’m not the freak everyone thinks I am.” Sam said, smiling as he did. It was a funny thing to see someone crying and smiling at the same time but it was even weird to be experiencing it yourself. I had always wondered what it felt like to be so happy that you cried and it felt even better than I had imagined.
Sam gripped my cheeks a little stronger at that moment and he looked into my eyes with an intensity I had never seen in his eyes before and he uttered the four words that I never thought would have ever been spoken to me.
“I love you Y/N.”
Summary: Accidents make emotions run high, and its not long before you confront Dean about his attitude towards you. However, all may not be as it seems.
Word count: 1,818
Warnings: language, angst, invasion of privacy, arguing, Dean and his locked up emotions
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By the time you got back, it was nearing daylight, but you weren't worried. Given that you didn't keep tabs on the boys, chances were they were away on a hunt or something and you'd have the place to yourself. As you approached the heavy door (which they finally had the courtesy to copy the key for you), you prayed they wouldn't be in so you could wallow in self pity without their judgey eyes.
Of course, you were wrong. You'd hardly shut the door before you heard Dean's voice booming off the high ceilings.
"Where the hell have you been, Y/N? We tried calling you a million times. Your shift ended hours ago!" He stood at the bottom of the stairs, fists clenched, anger seeping through his pores.
"Off galavanting. Like you even care, Dean." You huffed, holding onto the handrail as you carefully guided your numb legs down the steps. The rain had only got heavier as you'd walked, and you were wet through to the bone.
"For fucks sake, you're soaking! Look at you, Y/N, its like you don't even care! You're one irresponsible idiot, you know that!" He huffed, shaking his head and turning away, leaving you trembling in a puddle.
"Dean? Is she back?" You heard Sam's voice echo down the hallway as he ran on in, smiling with relief at the sight of you. "Christ Y/N, you've been hours. Are you alright?" He reached forward to place his hands on your shoulders as you wobbled slightly and he took in your condition.
"Of course she's not alright, Sam. She's reckless and naive, and she's gonna get herself killed at some point, if not us as well!"
Sam frowned at his brother's outburst, but you couldn't quite read his expression. "Dean, hold on-"
"Leave it, Sam. I'm going to bed." He mumbled, batting his hand back as he stormed out, leaving you and Sam staring at him dumbfounded.
"Sam I-I'm sorry. I assumed you'd be out or something," you shivered, dragging his attention back to you.
"No no, of course not. C'mon, lets get you cleaned up. What the hell happened?"
He helped you sit down in a chair before prying off your jacket, apologising when you winced. "Slipped on ice. Stupid, I know."
Sam shook his head and looked at your now bare arms sadly. "No, its not stupid. Ignore Dean, I don't know why he just behaved like that. Lemme grab the first aid kid."
"Because he's Dean?" You chuckled through the pain once he returned and started to clean the superficial wounds. "He probably wanted his laundry doing or something. He's not bothered about me. Hell, sometimes I wonder if he hates me."
Sam froze. "Dean doesn't hate you, Y/N. Far from it. And he didn't expect you to do his laundry, either. It's just...my brother is complicated. He's been through a lot, and sometimes he isn't very good at expressing what he means, thats all."
"Oh, I think he expressed himself very clearly back there!" You snorted, closing your eyes tight as Sam rubbed balm over the now-clean wounds.
"I don't think he did, Y/N. It was Dean who decided not to go on the case we had planned tonight, because you weren't back yet."
You opened one eye against the stinging. "It's alright Sam, you don't have to try to make up for him. You're the one sitting here cleaning out my scrapes, not him. You don't need to make it out like he knows my work schedule."
Sam sighed and lent back in the chair. "Of course he knows your work schedule. We both do. You don't think we always make sure you're back safe every night?"
You blinked back the shock. No way. Sam, maybe, you could believe that. But Dean? Half the time you were convinced Dean didn't even remember you existed. He made such an obvious point to ignore you even when you were standing right there, and on the rare occasion he did talk to you, it was only to voice his insults and profanities.
"Honestly Sam, don't worry about it. I'm fine - down a bike, but other than that, fine. God knows how I'll get to work now, but I'll figure it out." You went to move out the chair, finding the awkwardness too unbearable.
"We have the Impala, we'll drive you." Sam stated matter-of-fact. "We can tie our cases in with your hours, it'll work fine." You looked up at him and rolled your eyes.
"I cannot wait to see how Dean reacts when you tell him that plan," You scoffed, painfully reaching up to give him a pat on the shoulder before heading towards bed. "Night, Sammy. Thanks for the help."
"Goodnight, Y/N. If you need anything, I'm just across the corridor remember. And please, believe me when I say this. Dean does not hate you. I swear."
You turned to give him a half-hearted grin, appreciating his effort to try to back up his brother, but not believing a word of it nonetheless.
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Sam, however, was livid at Dean. The whole night the elder Winchester had been pacing around, grumbling about Y/N being late, swearing at she was usually back by 3am, that it was only seven miles between the bar and the bunker. Sam hadn't even realised his brother kept tabs on their housemate that much, but his distress was obvious. He'd hardly expected Dean to react as he did when Y/N finally got back almost four hours late. But then again the misplaced anger, the temper, that was Dean all over.
After packing up the first aid kit, Sam found his brother in the kitchen bent over a beer. "You alright there?" he questioned hesitantly.
"I'm fine, Sam. Go to bed, we're leaving early for that hunt." Dean didn't even look up.
"Seriously man? What the hell is going on with you? You obviously care about Y/N, so why do you act like such a dick around her?"
Dean took a swig of his beer and stood up to face his brother. "I don't care about her, Sam. I care about us, and this sweet little set up we've got going on down here. I care about her getting into shit and exposing us. I care about making sure you and me don't get killed because some stupid kid can't keep their bike on the road." He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "Like I said, we leave early for that hunt. If you're not up, I'm going without you."
Sam watched him as he swaggered out the kitchen, only speaking when Dean reached the door. "Y/N's alright, by the way. A few scratches and bruises, but nothing too bad. Just in case you wanted to know."
He could have sworn he heard a small sigh of relief from his brother as he rounded the corner.
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The next few days were painful to say the least. Your shoulders and back were covered in bruises, and your coccyx felt like it was shattering every time you sat down. Sam informed you via a note under your bedroom door that him and Dean had gone on a hunt, but that he'd call into work for you and explain what happened so you could have a few days off. As generous as that was of him, that didn't exactly help you financially. Then again, god knows how long him and Dean would be away for, and as long as they were away, you had no actual way of getting to work than to attempt that hideous walk again.
They returned late afternoon of the following day, bringing with them ice packs and painkillers for you. Dean didn't even glance your way as he walked straight through to the armoury, but Sam tried to reassure you he was just tired.
"Hey Sam, if its alright, do you mind dropping me at the bar tonight? I can't really afford to miss another night, and I'm feeling miles better now." You tried to pled with him when it was clear they had no plans. Sam opened his mouth to reply, but it was Dean's voice that vibrated through the room.
"Thats not gonna happen, Y/N. You're not going back to that place."
You whirled round to face him, livid. "That's not your decision to make, Dean!" You spat at him. "It's my job, you have to respect that. I don't go around telling you to stop cutting the heads off vampires or ripping out werewolves hearts do I!"
"Its the werewolves that rip out the hearts, not us..." mumbled Sam from behind you, scratching his head.
"SHUT UP SAM!" Both you and Dean hollered at the same time, prompting the younger Winchester to throw his hands up in a mock surrender.
"Yeah, because our job doesn't involve sleazy guys hitting on us every night and a creepy boss that isn't afraid to assault us if we cock up!"
You paused for a second, taking in his words. "Did-did you go to my work?" You stormed up to him, not letting the few inches difference in height effect your ferocity.
"Yeah, Y/N, yeah we did. Sam wanted to tell them that you weren't gonna be in for a few days, but one look at that place and its obvious you're never going back. Its scum."
Tears pricked your eyes but you refused to let them fall. How dare they? You spun round to face Sam, livid at them both. "You were in on this too? How could you, Sam?"
He went to stand, to reach out to you, but Dean interrupted. "Sam didn't want to, don't take it out on him. For some godforsaken reason he seems to think you can hold your own, but I'm not convinced. Don't bother trying to argue - you're not going back, and thats that."
You growled, marching forward and shoving Dean back towards the wall. It took a few pushes, but eventually you had him pinned back, his arms out to the side offering no resistance.
"You have no right to mess with my business like that. We swore we would stay out of each other's way, and you've gone and done the exact opposite. You don't get to make decisions about my life, Dean Winchester. You're a narcissistic, toxic, manipulative son of a bitch and ever since you walked into this place you've acted like you're better than me, better than your brother even. He's an actual angel for sticking with you all this time, I honestly do not know how he does it. You're just as bad as those guys at the bar, if not worse because you can't even see it. You're the scum, Dean Winchester, and I fucking hate you with every fibre of my being."
Summary: Even as you start to adjust to life with housemates, you can't quite figure out the Winchester boys. Although sooner or later, you're bound to end up in a situation where you have to.
Word count: 1,557
Warnings: language, motorcycle accident, little bit of angsty thoughts
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Naturally, you didn't sleep. You kept the old hunting knife of your Dad's gripped tightly under the covers, although some part of you knew the two men weren't going to hurt you. They'd stayed at the table a while longer, talking about what to do with ‘the girl’, and although you couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, you knew you weren’t in immediate danger.
You were the first up the following morning, walking tentatively towards the kitchen. You were a little embarrassed by the mess, but given this was the first time you’d had visitors in five years, there hadn't really been much of an incentive to keep things tidy. You quickly dealt with the washing up from the day before, scrubbing a pan clean so you could chuck on the half a dozen eggs that were only a few days out of date. Surely the brothers wouldn't notice.
They didn't. In fact, when they hesitantly tiptoed into the kitchen to see what all the noise was about, they started salivating instantly.
"Wow, Y/N. Having second thoughts about kicking us out then?" Sam raised an eyebrow as he dug in, grateful for the first home-cooked meal in god knows how long.
"No," you mumbled as you offered him a small smile in response to his thanks. "The eggs just need eating."
That being said, you’d spent the whole night tossing and turning wondering about what to do with these two. They were strangers, who had just walked in here like they owned the place. Although, maybe they did? Oh, who knows, whatever. But there was something about their presence that relaxed you. You’d been alone for so long, it was nice to finally have some company. Despite his ginormous size, Sam seemed nice, and gentle, while Dean might take some warming to but was clearly all talk. The bunker was far too big for one person; maybe it wouldn't even be noticeable if they stayed for a while?
"Well, we've come to an agreement too." Dean had scoffed his eggs and hadn't even finished his mouthful when he started speaking. "You can stay, as long as you don't get in our way, and don't mess with our stuff."
"Oh, how very kind of you! Letting me stay in my own house! Amazing generosity!" You rolled my eyes, shaking your head. The audacity of these two.
"This isn't actually your house, Y/N. We saw the busted window you've tried to cover up." Sam's words were soft but still hurt.
"So you've been snooping already then? Didn't fancy waiting for the grand tour?" You turned away from them, biting your tongue to try and stop your voice from breaking. Fuck, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Look, we can do this civil, or not." Dean piped up. "Either way, me and Sam are staying here. We've been given the key, only we have rightful access. If you're gonna stay, stay, but don't go off on how 'this is your place' and all that bullshit."
"Fine," You gulped. "You two can do the washing up this time." Without looking at them, you stormed off out the kitchen and down the hall, heading in the one direction you knew they wouldn't bother coming in. You’d made it pretty clear which room you’d claimed as your own, and they'd be insane to cross that boundary.
The door had hardly slammed behind you before the tears started flowing. What the fuck was going on. This was too much, too much at once, and yet, not enough. Or was it perfect? Dammit, you didn’t know. It had just been you for so long...
No. This was your place, your family had history here, who cared that you didn’t have a fucking key? Your mother had known about this place all along, thats why you’d ended up here. If the Winchester hunters wanted to stay, so be it, but they sure as hell weren't going to boss you about at the same time. You wiped your wet cheeks, game face on, as you stomped back out down the corridor and flung yourself into the kitchen. Sam was at the sink, washing the plates, while Dean was stood by the table, arms out. They were clearly having some sort of disagreement.
"Right, heres whats gonna happen, okay?" You huffed, your voice louder than you’d expected. "You can stay. You can stay, knowing that this is my place, and I can kick you out the second I want. You can do whatever it is you do, fight your monsters or whatever, but you leave me out of it. I go about my day, you go about yours. I only ever want to see you passing by in the hall or something. As of now, this place is an apartment block, and you're just my random neighbours. You understand?"
They gawked at you, before nodding. Sam shot his brother a 'told you so' glance, and Dean looked down at his feet for a second, before shooting him back a 'shut the fuck up.' Before either could get a word out, you turned on your heel and headed back to your room.
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The next few weeks passed by and you hardly saw the brothers, just as you’d hoped. They'd disappear off for days at a time, often coming back battered and bruised, but hiding away and cleaning themselves back up in the dusty old infirmary you obviously never had use for. Meanwhile, you twiddled your thumbs, working late shifts at the closest bar and trying to keep well out of their way on the odd occasion we were all home during the day. They never asked what you did; you never asked what they did.
Until about three months after their arrival. Working graveyard shifts at a bar didn't pay much, but it was enough for someone like you who needed to keep their head down and earn a bit of money for food. You’d never quite figured out how the bunker seemed to run on unlimited heat and electricity, but you were grateful for the absence of that extra cost. The one thing that you did struggle with, however, was the damn bike.
Dean had made it very clear from day one that his Impala was out of bounds. The first thing he'd done before evening claiming a bedroom was figure out how to open the door to the garage, dead certain that 'Baby needed to be guaranteed her safety'. How he afforded to fuel that thing you had no clue, especially given the milage you were sure they must have been wracking up.
For you, your Lexmoto Venom did the job nicely, getting you from A-B without costing too much or needing too much gas. She was your first ever bike, and she'd got you through a lot. Dean had laughed at her when he first saw her, and Sam had warned you of the dangers of motorbikes, but you ignored them both.
This particular night had a chill to it, giving the hint of winter on its way. The bar was warm with the odour of alcohol as usual, but the regulars rubbed their hands together as they came in from the cold. By the time your shift was up, the sky was black, littered with stars that gave a silvery glow to the damp ground. You grimaced as you pulled your helmet on and turned up the collar of your leather jacket, cursing that you hadn’t thought to bring another warmer layer.
Maybe it was naive of you to drive a little faster than usual, but you were desperate to get back in the warm, and knew the roads like the back of our hand. As usual for that time of night, they were empty, and you knew the usual areas where animals dared to cross.
What you didn't take into account was the slight dip in the hill about five miles from the bunker, where the water ran down and cumulated in a little pit. You’d forgotten there'd been a light drizzle earlier that morning, and that given the cold it wouldn't have quite dried up yet. You also didn't figure that the temperature had dropped noticeably, allowing a sheen of ice to settle across the waters surface.
The bike skidded from under you out of nowhere, sending you flying forward. You managed to throw your arms up, blocking your body, but you still slid across the tarmac a good few metres. You heard the bike bounce as it flipped, heading down the ridge to crumble to pieces. You lay there for a few seconds, trying to catch your breath in shock. Slowly and tediously, you sat up, pulling the twisted helmet off and giving yourself a quick once over. Nothing broken, thank god. Your left wrist felt a little tender, but you were pretty sure it was just bruised or at worst twisted from where you’d landed on it. The biggest problem was your beloved jacket, now shredded along the road and hanging off your body like a trash sack. Miserably, you pulled yourself up, taking one glance over at the wreckage of the bike and accepting she was a goner. As the first drops of rain started to fall, you started the painful walk back to the bunker.
