My tits are sadly bigger than my ass. Therefore, all my faves? They're tiddie men because I say so. No, I will not be taking any criticism at this time.
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i want my tiddies played with so bad right now. So here we go:
all of Jensen’s characters (including the man himself): are tittie guys. you can’t tell me they wouldn’t just sit there, looking at em, feeling em, sucking em, the whole nine yards. probably at least half of them have an obsession with your nipples.
Dean’s a fucking menace about it too. You even mention getting them pierced and he’s either a) learning how to do it, or b) forking over the cash and insisting he comes with. He’s gonna hate the hands off time, but I don’t think he’ll complain if you just let him start at em.
Oh god. Russell and Soldier Boy are ten times worse. Nine times out of ten you’re gonna find them buried in your tits, not a care in the world. Their screensavers are definitely one of those pics (that you made them take) of them holding your tits, not a shirt or bra in sight. And when you let them fuck them? I’m praying for you, because damn are they going to be pushing for that constantly.
Speaking of Soldier Boy…he’s snorting off of them like crazy. Might even just lay face down in them, borderline suffocating himself before he comes back for air. Absolutely insane for your nipples to. If his lips aren’t wrapped around a cigarette or a joint, they’re sucking on you like crazy. Get the balm out bestie, you’re gonna need it. And don’t you dare expect to walk away without hickeys and bite marks.
Oh Beau, sweet sweet Beau. He’s blown an entire paycheck on lingerie for your top half, and swears he’d do it again in a heartbeat. He’s so tender with them, longing stares, gentle touches. And when they’re covered in lace? He’s a goner. He’ll spend hours playing with them, not even caring about the raging hard on he’s sporting. And when you get tender near your period? He’s rubbing them, cooing up at you, his pretty girls. You wear something with cleavage and he’s fighting the urge to just pull it down, to kiss on his two girls. And yes, he refers to them as the ‘other’ women in your guys’s relationship.
What’s Tom doing here? Good question. Probably the same thing Alec and Jake are doing. Face buried in them, nursing on your pretty titties for comfort. It’s so bad, they need it, can’t you see? They’ll be whining and begging you to just let them suck on em. They’ll be so good, they promise.
And then there’s Boaz. I swear he’s been begging you for weeks now to get them pierced. Probably burned all your bras at some point, and no, he doesn’t give a fuck that they were expensive. He wants to see your nipples peaking out through his shirts that you steal. And yes, he’s gonna sneak up behind you and play with them through the fabric at any chance you give him.
watching Venom: The Last Dance against my will was a canon event. And now? I can’t stop fantasizing about being Eddie’s/Venom’s hyperfem significant other. Like I want to walk down the street with my tits out, in the shortest skirt ever paired with my platform heels, without a fear in my head. Why? Because tall, dark, brooding, and dangerous is following behind me. Scary dog privilege fr. 🤤
no because i have the slightest feeling that Mark Meachum is the third brother to Russel and Beau. The triple threat, the reason i have three holes…we shall see….(total not plotting a fic with this, while i need to work on my current wip.)
kacey dutton and beau arlen. mmm. yummy. (i don’t have a type i don’t know what you’re talking about that’s absolutely INSANE types are little boxes they try to fix you in and the only box tryna get fitted in is mine with them both and WOW okay we went there)
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Currently working on my submission for a Dean POV writing challenge...but I also found this WIP that will probably never see the light of day. 18+ under the cut.
Her hands engulfed my breast, her fingers tracing my nipples from above my shirt. “Mmm, I love these tits, maybe I should tell Jensen to fuck my baby into you. Watch these perfect tits fill up with milk to feed another life.”
She pinched at my nipples as I arched against her, letting out a whimper. “Yeah? You’d like that? You’d like carrying my child, caring for it?” Daneel’s voice purred.
“Yes, yes!” Her hands slipped underneath my shirt, fondling my breasts, now with no fabric between them. A rich moan sounded from my chest as she teased the stiff buds. My legs spread out in front of us, landing on the outside of hers as I ground into the air, my core leaky and aching.
“Aww, baby girl is so desperate for mommy to fill her up? So, so needy.” My head flew back to rest on her shoulder, he lips attacking my neck.
“Please.”
“Please what? Use your words.”
“Please mommy, fill me up. Fuck your baby into me. Please.”
She hummed, one of her hands sliding down my body to play with the waistband of my shorts. “I don’t think you want it enough baby.” I choked on a whine, wiggling my hips in an attempt to get closer to her hand. She pulled back, setting her hands on either side of her.
“Please, pretty please. Make me a mommy. Please mommy?”
A deep voice rang from the doorway. “C’mon Daneel, don’t let our girl suffer.”
Jensen made his way to the bed, taking in my state, his eyes a dark shade of green. Daneel leaned into my ear, whispering into it. “You hear that baby? Sounds like daddy wants a show, doesn’t it? We don’t want to keep him waiting now, do we?”
I shake my head, lifting my arms as she pulls my shirt off, my shorts following leaving me only in a pair of panties....
I have no clue where all this came from. Just so you all know. ALSO no disrespect to the Ackles whatsoever, this was purely a work of fiction written on a random date at a random time.
A/N: Finally finished this based off of a dream I had once upon a time. As always I do not own any named characters in this, except for the “reader”. Set in season 11, although Reader and Dean’s relationship has been well established before that.
TW: no HEA, cannon level violence, swearing/language, kinda OOC!Dean, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied smut (not explicit), blood (mentioned), spoilers for season 11, one use of y/n
I met the Winchesters after my college roommate passed away under unnatural circumstances. To make a long story short, a demon had decided that a college campus was the best place to set up shop, and nearly half of my dorm was harmed in the process. I did my best to help, despite having very little knowledge of such creatures, but I was willing to help. From that point on, I became a powerful ally to the brothers, and a formidable foe to the supernatural.
After Bobby’s death I stepped up full-time, becoming their go-to researcher for anything they were facing. Life was going fine, helping with research the best I could, working in the background against the Leviathan.
Time blurred together, from helping the boys with the trials,fighting Metatron alongside Castiel, and along the way, something bloomed in between me and the eldest Winchester. What started as friendly teasing and taunting, morphed into actual flirting and soon enough, physical touch was involved. We were great, always backing the other when needed, even when the Mark of Cain became a third wheel in our relationship. Throughout it all, I stood beside him, forever and always.
I waited for the boys at the hospital, standing on the steps as they helped Jenna out of the Impala. After helping them get her into a wheelchair, I checked them over, finding that there was no visible damage done to the brothers; the sheriff, however, was holding onto her side, her shirt covered in fresh blood. She tensed upon seeing me, her free hand inching toward her gun. I held my hands up in a defensive manner, intending to show no harm.“Normally, I’m the one grabbing the gun when approached.”
“Show us your neck.”
I furrow my brows, looking from her to the boys. Dean nods, and I reach down, pulling the collar of the turtle neck down. “Satisfied? Or do I need to conjure up a hickey or two?”
Jenna relaxed, trying to look past me into the hospital. Dean grabbed my arm, dragging me just out of earshot of the other two. “I thought I told you not to worry about it.”
“Right, right, because that’s what you would do.”
“No, it’s just,” he ran his hand through his hair, huffing out air. “You know how I feel about you searching for trouble.”
I snorted. “Honey, you’re all the trouble I need. But, I get it. My big, scary boyfriend is worried about me. Even though he knows how I can handle myself perfectly fine.”
Dean opened his mouth, just as Sam interrupted. “What’s the state of the hospital? Where is everyone?”
“Dead. No pulse whatsoever.” Sam’s eyes took on a saddened glaze. I cocked my head towards the door, searching for an exit from the conversation. “Let’s get Sheriff Callie fixed-up then, shall we?”
All of us cautiously made our way into the hospital, wary of the chance of a rabid attacking at any point. The halls seemed way too quiet, the sounds of our beating hearts the only noise our ears intercepted. When we reached the exam room, Sam dismissed himself, searching for antibiotics for Jenna. Meanwhile, I stood to the side as Dean stitched the sheriff’s wound closed, watching the meticulous way he tended to her. Dean finished with his work, helping her down from the table, turning to me after. I crossed my arms, watching as he unrolled his sleeves. I looked to the sheriff, nodding to the room behind me. “There’s a comfortable chair in there, you should probably take a little break.”
“I’m fine.”
“You lost a lot of blood, I’m guessing?” I raised a brow as she looked away. “There’s some juice in the mini fridge and a couple granola bars in the lower drawer. Eat up, we don't need you passing out on us.”
She sighed, following my instructions and shuffled into the office. I shut the door behind her, regaining my composure before turning back to Dean. He busied himself with cleaning the area, avoiding eye contact with me.
“Are we going to talk about it?”
“About what?”
“You know what.” I huffed, hoisting myself up onto the table next to him. “About you running away, and then suddenly there’s a code red in the area you distinctly were in? Oh, and how about the fact that you told your brother to take care of me? The girl you are in a relationship with?”
“Are we going to address you going against my specific orders to stay put?”
“God damnit, I was worried about you! You went to get yourself killed and didn’t even think to tell me goodbye in person!” I slammed my hand down onto the table, leaning into his face. “I swear sometimes I don’t recognize you anymore. Mark or not.”
He glared at me, irritated with the invasion of his personal space. “Maybe that’s because I’m not who I was.”
“Yeah, go figure.”
“No, you don’t get it. The Mark—”
“Fuck the Mark. You’re Dean Winchester. The Dean Winchester. Even Hell trembles in the mention of your name. A stupid ass curse is the last thing I would expect to break you down.”
His jaw ticks as he looks to the ceiling, probably sending off a prayer to Cas for some sort of strength, to deal with me. “I am not the person I was before.”
“No, you're not. And you know what? That’s fine. We’ve been through worse than a fucking personality change. Shit, I ran from a demon you with a goddamn hammer in your hand. I’m sure if that didn’t turn me off from you, then nothing can.” I pushed the bag to the side, sliding over so I was in front of him. I reached my hand out, cupping his face as I looked deep into those emerald green eyes. “I’m in this till the end, you hear me? Forever and always.”
“Forever and always.” He sighs, pushing his face into my palm, before pulling me into an embrace. I wrap my arms around him, breathing in the scent that is so distinctly Dean, when Sam enters with a man holding a child. I pull away, eying the new editions to the room.
“Sorry for interrupting, but we have company. I found them hiding from one of the infected.” Sam rushes out, nodding to the father.
Jenna opens the door, joining us again, looking much better with the nutrients in her system. A look of recognition crossing her features. “Mike? Where’s…”
“She’s gone.” The father, Mike, looked down to the child, an expression of grief taking over his features. I slide off the table, pushing Dean back, crossing to him. The sheriff joins us, murmuring her condolences to Mike, who rocks his baby slightly. I step back, allowing the friends space as I check in with the brothers. Sam nods towards the father, the black veins creeping from the man's neck. Dean clears his throat, returning our attention. “We need to kill him.”
“No, we don’t.” Sam states, exasperated with his blood.
“What are our other options then, because I don’t see many.”
“There has to be some other way,” I reason, “he has a newborn, we shouldn’t even consider that.”
Sam backs me. “That’s true. This infection seems to have a time frame, the rabid in the hall, just died after some time. Maybe we have to wait it out.”
“Wait it out so he can attack us like the rest of us? No Sam, I can't let that happen.”
I turn back to our company, not wanting to continue with this argument.
Noticing the child fussing, I walk over, directly to the father. “May I?”
He nods, handing me the baby and I look down at her, cooing and rocking her in an attempt to calm her. Mike watches closely, ensuring his child's safety, and an ache rises in my chest at the action. Sam joins us, ignoring the child held in my arms. “We have a plan.”
“You have a plan, my plan was to kill him.”
“Dean.” I shoot him a glare, reminding him he is in the presence of the very person he wants to kill. He throws his hands up as Mike chimes in.
“No, he’s right, it’s only a matter of time before I attack you all. I’ll leave, distance myself from you and wait out the time period.”
“What? No. What is she going to do without you, her father?” I hold her tighter to my chest, the ache returning.
“Jenna? Will you take care of her for me? I’ll go wait out the infection and…” He rubs the baby's head, turning to the sheriff. Jenna nods, and holds her arms out for the child. I transfer the child to her arms, going to tuck myself into Dean’s side, his arm looping around my waist.
“What’s the plan?”
We were stopped at a gas station, Dean calling Sam while Jenna took Amara in to change her. I sat in the backseat, the door open as Dean stood nearby, Sam on speaker. “Everything is going fine here. Really.”
“Are you sure, because we can come back in a heartbeat.”
“No, you guys make sure Jenna and the baby make it to her grandmother’s, don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.”
Dean hands me the phone as he heads inside, leaving me with Sam. “You’re one hundred percent sure that you don’t need us?’
A sigh echoes from the other end. “Honestly, no. I caught it, the infection.”
“Sam.” My throat swells. “We’re coming back, right after—”
“No! Just, don’t tell Dean.”
“Fine. I’m not going to lie to him though. And Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“You better use that big brain of yours to find a cure, I’m not looking forward to Dean trying to sell his soul again.”
“Promise me you’ll stop him from doing anything stupid. No matter the outcome.”
“You know I can’t promise that.”
“Promise.”
I sigh, closing my eyes as the worry begins to creep in. “I promise.”
“Good. Now get Jenna to her grandmother’s, and I’ll see you both later.”
“Right. Bye Sammy.”
He hangs up just as Dean returns, leaning against Baby. “Did he say anything to you?”
I shook my head, picking at my nails. “Nothing he didn’t tell you.”
He scrubs his hand in his hair, looking up to the sky. “I hate leaving him behind in a hotspot.”
“I know you do, but this was his idea, he wouldn’t have said anything if he wasn’t confident in his abilities.”
“You’re right, but I still can’t not worry about him.”
I stood up in front of him, tucking my hands into the pockets of his jacket. “I didn’t want to leave him either, but we have to respect his decisions. Right?”
He lets out a sigh, his hands slipping into the back pockets of my jeans as our foreheads meet. “You’re right. I still hate it though.”
“That’s fair. For now, we need to get those two to somewhere safe, then we can speed back to him, okay?”
He lets out a sound of affirmation before pulling away from me, just as Jenna returns. We all climb back into Baby, heading off to the safe house.
“Do you think they’ll be fine?”
Dean’s eyes flicker over to me, returning to the road before answering. “I think so. Might be hard to explain a few years down the road, but that’s not our problem.”
I nod, watching the fields pass the window as we make out way back to the hospital. Suddenly, Dean’s cell rings, flashing Jenna’s name across the caller ID. He answers it as usual, muttering some responses before whipping the Impala around. “Change of plans sweetheart, we’ve got some other things to attend to.”
We get out at Jenna’s grandmother’s, meeting her at the end of the driveway. “I’m sorry for calling, it’s just, this is crazy. Also, I apologize ahead of time, my grandmother’s a big religious person.”
We enter the house, coming face first with the king of hell dressed as a priest. “Crowley?”
“Hello dears. About time you joined us.”
“So what the hell is happening here, Father?”
“Well, the same thing you were called for apparently, I have some connections, so when an exorcism is called in, I get called in.” Crowley shrugs, as if this isn’t the biggest news.
“Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”
“I was called in about some sort of demon possession. But, whatever thing is in there, it isn’t mine…it’s darker, more powerful.”
“What do you think it is?”
“If I knew, I would have told you wouldn’t I?” He scoffs, watching as I turn back to the house, going to approach it, before a scream rips through the air. I whip my head to the two of them, eyes widening before we all rush inside, guns drawn.
Inside, we find the grandmother lying in a pool of her own blood, Jenna nowhere to be found. I shoot a glare at Crowley, who stands to the side, thoroughly unimpressed. The two go upstairs,checking the rest of the house while leaving me with the corpse. “Sorry grandma, but we have to figure this out.”
I check the first floor, finding a sheet, which I lay over her body, out of pure respect. A smash sounds from the second floor, and soon enough Dean comes rushing down the stairs. “They're gone.”
A few weeks later, I stand at the end of a table, looking in disbelief at the brothers. “Cas is Lucifer, Sam died again, but not really, so you overdosed in hopes of saving him?”
Sam flinches, avoiding looking at me, while Dean shrugs. “I did what I needed to.”
“By killing yourself?! What if it didn’t work?! What if you actually died? Did you forget you have a vengeful reaper dying to sink her teeth into you?!”
Dean shrugs, continuing to sip at his beer.
“And he shrugs. What the fuck has gotten into you? Ever since the church case you've been acting like a total ass.”
Sam looks at his brother, then to me, before excusing himself from the room. I sit in the spot he left, directly across from Dean. “What’s wrong? You’ve been distant since this whole Amara thing began. Is it something with her? Cas?”
He scoffs, peeling at the label on the bottle in front of him, avoiding eye contact. I grab the bottle, reaching for his hand. He pulls it away, glaring at me. “Maybe it’s you.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Maybe it’s you. Maybe you're the issue.”
“Me? How the hell am I the issue? I haven't seen you since dropping off Amara and Jenna. You’re acting like a total ass to me, and yet I’m the problem?”
He stands up, his palms pressing flat to the table, turning to leave for his room.
“Fine, how do I fix this?”
“You don’t.”
“Huh?”
“You don’t fix it.”
“Whatever it is we can fix—”
“We cannot fix anything. There’s nothing to fix between us, not anymore.” He pushes off the table, running a hand through his hair.
My voice begins to tremble, a lump forming in my throat. “What? What do you mean there’s nothing? We’re—”
“There is no we anymore!” He whirls around towards me, a look of pure annoyance painted over his features.
“I’m sorry, but it sounds like you’re trying to break up with me? Which can’t be true.” I stand up, the chair screeching against the floor in my urgency. “Unless it is.”
“It is.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I kissed her. And I liked it. She’s been on my mind anytime I’m with you. Shit, I had to force Sam to promise he wouldn’t tell you. But us? This is done.”
“Wait, who are we talking about? There’s another girl?!” I shouted, tears forming in my eyes.
“Amara.”
“The baby?! The fucking one-month old?! You’re leaving me for her?!”
“Yes!”
“This is why you've been distant. God I’m so stupid. Forever and always my ass.” I wrap my arms around myself. “You know what, fuck this.”
Dean stood there, his back turned to me. I reached up, snapping the chain that once laid delicately around my neck. The silver pendant dangled gently from the ruined piece. I threw it on the table. “Fuck you. And fuck your girl toy. Don’t you dare come asking for my forgiveness when she destroys everything you love. If you are even capable of that.”
I pivoted, heading to my room, locking the door behind me, not bothering to glance at him again. I rip the photos of us off the wall, tossing them in the trash bin. I hesitate with the first one, the one Sam took of us leaning into one another, passed out in the front seat of Baby. The day we first said the words. A single tear landed on it as I pulled my lighter out of my pocket, lighting the corner on fire before dropping it into the bin with the rest.
I hauled my bag over my shoulder, walking into the garage where my 1977 Chevy Camaro sat, unused since I began running with the brothers. Specifically since Dean. I threw my bag in the backseat, starting the engine and leaving behind what once was my home. Where my heart could no longer stay.
Sam’s call lit up the darkened hotel room for the fifth time tonight. Not to mention Cas’s numerous calls and voicemails sitting in the inbox waiting to be opened. Yet not a single one from him. I turned my phone over, standing on shaky legs as I made my way to the en suite. I flicked on the fluorescent light, coming face to face with a ghastly image. My eyes were rimmed in red, the deep purple bags making the red so much brighter. Tear stains lined my cheeks, my hair thrown up in a knot, curled in on itself in a mirror image of my stomach. And the irises that one shone bright with life, were fogged over, dull. Dean’s ring sat on the ledge of the sink, mocking me. The ring he gave me that first hunt they went on without me. The promise echoing in my ears.
“Wear this. It’s my guarantee to return to you, always.”
“For forever.”
“For forever and always.” His lips brushed my forehead, settling the ring on my forefinger, it wouldn't fit on the rest. “Forever and always, princess.”
He returned from that hunt with a nasty cut on his cheek, and a funny limp in his right leg, but he returned. And he always did from that point on, forever.
“Fuck forever and always.”
I wake up with hair in my mouth, a raging headache thriving between my ears. I groan, moving to sit up, but held back by a heavily muscled arm around my waist. I look over my shoulder, coming face to face with a dark haired man. His deep breaths indicate he’s still sleeping, and the sticky feeling between my thighs reveals exactly what happened after the alcohol hit my system. My phone buzzes on the nightstand beside me, an unknown number calling me. I pick it up, grumbling choice words as I answer.“Who the hell is this?”
“Hello darling. Didya have a nice night?”
“Crowley,” I throw the stranger’s arm off me, getting out of bed and search for my clothes. “to what do I owe the honor?”
“Your man and his sibling have called me in, we have a lead on how to get rid of Amara.”
“No.”
“I know you and him had a fallout, darling, we can’t do this on our own. So I suggest you get your freshly screwed buttocks to the bunker, asap.” The dead tone rang through my ear, and then through the air as my phone crashed into the wall. I yanked on my converse, mumbling towards my companion.
“Goddamn Winchesters and their goddamn saving the earth. Look, I have to leave, just return the key to the desk when you leave, and thanks for last night…” I shrugged on my jacket, grabbing my keys and reaching for the door knob. The mystery man goes to speak, having been woken up by our conversation, but I ignore him, closing the door behind me.
Crowley meets me the second I pull up to the building, a knowing smile displayed on his face. “So, where’s the lucky man now?”
I flip him off, walking inside. I’m greeted by Sam pulling me into a hug, a muddled kiss place in my hair. He pulled away, checking me for any signs of distress. “Are you okay?”
I nod, glancing around the room, finding Cas, well, Lucifer, Rowena, an individual I didn’t recognize, plus Metatron. I scan the room, looking for the person I least want to see. The door opened behind me, and in walks Dean Winchester, looking like hell warmed over. My breath caught and I swayed into Sam, going lightheaded. He wrapped his arm around me protectively as Dean approached us. “Y/n. Look I’m—”
“Don’t.” Sam growls towards his brother. “They’re here to help us, not for an apology from you.”
“I’m just trying—”
“No, Dean. You don’t get to try anything. They will decide when you get to talk to them. Got it?”
The unknown individual cleared his throat, directing our attention to the plan. I felt Dean’s eyes burning into my side, and then they snapped to Sam, when the announcement of who Mark would go to. I turned to look up at him, fear clinging to my ribs.“Sam? You can’t.”
“We didn’t talk about this. You can’t, it’s mine to bear.”
“I didn’t tell you because I knew you would freak out like this.”
I grabbed Sam’s bicep, dragging his attention to me. “Do you know what you are agreeing to?”
He nods, dragging me closer to him. “I have to do it, you know I do.”
I let him go, looking at Dean, our eyes locking. I can see the pain he’s trying to hide, the anger, the worry, all for his brother. I return my gaze to the big man, resisting the urge to comfort him. “Well then, let’s get this show on the road, shall we.”
The door opens, a beaten woman dragging herself in. Her dark eyes flicker around the room, landing on me, front and center. My breath catches in my throat, her beauty striking me. I swallow visibly, my eyes dragging down her body, before returning to hers. She straightens up, a smirk crossing her face. “Who are you?”
“I’m, I’m no one important.”
Lucifer impales her from behind, as Chuck steps around me, looking down at his sister. They exchange words, before Amara stands up, throwing the rest of us every which way. My head slams against concrete, the world dissolving behind my eyelids.
When my eyelids flutter open, I’m in a smokey void, with only Amara in front of me. I step forward, reaching for my knife hidden away in my jacket, only to find it missing. She lets out a laugh. “So you were the one who once owned the heart of my Winchester?”
“Your Winchester?” I let out a laugh.
She tilts her head, smiling at me. “Right, you both are dating, aren’t you? I might just have to steal him from you. Oh wait, I already have.” She leans in closer, running her nose up my neck, stopping when her breath tickles my ear. “Or I could make you watch as I bind our souls together for eternity. What was the phrase you used? Forever and always.”
“You—”
“Careful what you say to me. I could end your life with the snap of my fingers.” Her smile drops, her hand wrapping around my neck. I grit my teeth together, hissing out my next words. “Do it then, you bitch.”
My body gets thrown backwards, hitting an invisible wall. She tsks at me, her face holding no emotion. “No, no. I’d rather keep you alive. Force you to watch Dean leave you over and over again until the universe ends. Keep you in a little glass cage, as a pet.”
“You’re sick.” Amara throws her head back, letting out a laugh.
“Perhaps I am, but are you much better?”
I glare at her, silently cussing out Chuck for letting this happen. She takes my head into her hands, her eyes locked on my lips. “Nothing? I thought so.” She twists my head violently to the side, and the void disappears.
My eyes snap open, lungs panting for air as green floods my vision. I sit up, pushing Dean back from me, as Cas stands up. Sam is crouching next to Chuck, helping him sit up, his complexion pale. Cas speaks up, his monotonous voice returned. “You were out for a while. I couldn’t find your soul.”
“Thank you Cas. It’s great to have you back.”
Dean opens his mouth, going to say something when Rowena bursts through the doors.
“You all need to come see this. We have a wee bit of a problem.”
A month had passed since then, and I was thrown into saving the world yet again. Collecting souls to build a spirit bomb, Dean gave up on attempting to talk to me, his brother my guard dog. Saying goodbye to the only man I’ve loved, just for him to remain alive, returning with his mother. Saving Sam from the crazy Brits, and so much more. I moved back into the bunker, much to Mary’s insistence: “The boys need you, as much as they don’t want to admit it.”
I hid in my room, only coming out for the necessities, to share research I found, basically avoiding Dean. Unfortunately, he eventually caught up during one of my necessity runs. I felt confined as he barred my escape route.
“We need to talk.”
“We are, aren't we?” I shook his hand off my arm, eyes darting to the exit he left unguarded.
“No, we aren’t, and it’s killing me.”
I snorted, “Well, apparently I’m the problem, so distancing myself seems to be the only way to remedy that.”
Dean flinched back, tucking his hands into his pocket as he looked to the floor. “About that, I—”
“No.”
“No?” “No, you don't get to apologize. I’m done Dean. Something in me shattered that day, the day I realized I’m not what you wanted. That I was just convenient for you. And now that there's not another woman pining after you, you want me back. It doesn’t work like that. My answer is no, you do not get a second chance, divine interference or not.” I turned on my heel, rushing back to my room, leaving him
standing there with tears in his eyes matching mine. But, if there's one thing I know about Dean Winchester, it’s that he’ll get over it.
