Winchester Wanted!

Imagine Cisco taking care of you while you’re really sick…

Cisco touched your head again frowning. He didn’t get sick much anymore and he hated that you were. He’d give anything to have Barry’s super speed so he could run to the store and pick up some better soup. He only had tomato.

He knew you didn’t mind it, but he wanted to get you your favorite. Everyone who got sick should always get their favorites. Tomato wasn’t your favorite.

He smiled as you opened your eyes, “Hey there…”

“You stayed?” You said looking up at him.

“Babe…seriously?” He looked at you putting a cool clothe on your head, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I had just left you here alone to suffer?”

You smiled a little feeling some relief from the clothe, “Probably a smart one, who didn’t want to risk getting sick…”

He smiled at you taking your hand, “Y/N, you are so worth the risk. More then worth it.”

You smiled before feeling a tickle in your throat. You started to cough shaking your whole body violently as you turned from him. He frowned rubbing your back as it subsided, “I’ll make you some tea babe.”

“You don’t…”

“I know…but I’m going to.” He smiled at you before kissing your forehead.

“You’re going to…”

“I know…but it’s worth it.” Cisco told you as he walked toward your kitchen, “I’d get sick for you any day babe, as long as it meant you got better.”

You stared at him a small smile creeping over your rosey hot face. You were the luckiest girl on the planet, and every day it only got better, “Cisco?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” You watched him stop briefly looking over to you.

This is for the Anon who requested this from my other blog!

Imagine your dad comforting your after a break up…

Dean’s heart was somewhere between rage and ache…

He’d never seen you so hurt before and you’d been through a lot. He’d enlisted some help from Sam to keep an eye on you while he ran to the store. 

He glanced down at the tray in his hands with all of your favorites on it. Candy, ice cream, drinks and of course your favorite movies. He knocked on your door only to hear, “Go away…I don’t want to see you…”

“Baby girl…”

“Dad just don’t!” He heard you shout through the heavy door.

“Don’t…” His eyes narrowed on the door, “Y/N…I just…”

The door swung open, “I know what you’re doing and I don’t want it!…is that…Superswirl Ice Cream…”

“Yes.” He smiled as he watched your anger subside, “And everything else you like that I could think of…I was thinking we could finally watch the last Mockingjay movie, since we missed it in the theater and just chill. No talking…no crying…just daddy daughter night.”

You eyed him for a moment, “Just…a movie night? No talking?”

“No talking…not from me.” He reassured you with a smile, “I just wanted to cheer you up and spend some time with you.”

You chewed on your lip for a moment before nodding slowly taking the ice cream, “Fine…daddy daughter night sounds good.”

“Perfect.” He smiled walking into your room setting everything up on the bed before as the movie got started. He had to admit he was pretty impressed with this Katniss chick.

That was until he heard the inevitable sniffle. He looked over at you as a tear slid down you your cheek. He wanted to find that kid and smash his ass into the next century, but he knew you’d never let him. 

So all he could do it just put his arm around you and let you cry. Then the words came that broke his heart, “Why doesn’t anyone want me?”

He shut his eyes pulling you to him tightly, “Baby girl…that’s not true…there’s someone out there for you. High just…well, boys in high school are dumb…I know I was.”

“I really…” You sniffed putting your arms around him, “I really liked him…”

“I know…I know you did.” He kissed your head, “I can still scare the piss outta him if you want.”

You laughed a little but shook your head, “I just…I thought…I found something…”

“Hey…” He pulled away looking at you, “When I found your mom…20 years ago…I was 36…angry and not looking for THE woman…but there she was…and she was something. She was everything and I mean everything.”

You smiled as you listened to him gush and love about your mom. How you consumed his every thought and moment. How it almost got him killed on a hunt. He loved you and that was something…

“So until you feel like…you haven’t found anything yet.” He told you with a smile as he brushed your hair from your face.

“I love you daddy.” You hugged him again.

He smiled kissing your head again, “I love you too baby. I love you too.” 

“Maybe…a little scare couldn’t hurt…” You whispered.

i’m only a couple of days short of finishing my exams and i want to get back into graphic making over the summer but i have approximately 0% inspiration

i made another post like this a while back but a lot of those blogs have now either changed to a non-spn url or been inactive for ages so i figured i’d start fresh ♡

you don’t have to be following me (though obv i’d be super happy if you do want to!)

pls pls have a supernatural related url because that’s all i can make

reblog this

i might not be able to do everyone’s but i’ll make graphics for whichever urls i find inspiration for

i just want to make more graphics tbh

Oh I never really left! My update schedule is sporadic. I just started a new semester and I have a crap ton of projects to dish out. Hoping to get a couple of updates done tomorrow and Monday. Are you looking for something in particular? :D

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Joe came home from a long night trying to be quiet. He didn’t need to be waking anyone up at two in the morning. 

He crept as quietly as he could to the stairs, but stopped when he heard a noise. Instinctively he pulled out his gun walking toward the noise in back of the house. He turned the corner into the dining room and sighed lowering his gun, “Y/N…”

“Sorry…” You looked at him sitting down at the table, “I was trying to be quiet.”

“It’s okay…I just got home.” He sighed walking toward you, “Still having trouble sleeping.”

You sighed nodding. You’d been there for a few days and the memories were coming back more quickly, “It’s just hard to know what happened first…and where I was…it happens a lot when I go to sleep.” 

He nodded walking toward you, “You know if you need anything I’m here. I’ve got a couple buddies who served if want to talk to them. They volunteer at the VA hospital and work with PTSD patients.”

You nodded, “I know…what I see isn’t what scares me…it’s the fact that it mostly doesn’t effect me at all.”

Joe sighed, “Y/N…you were a Commander in the Navy. You served your country and then you went into contract work. Both are not…easy jobs. You get trained to prioritize.”

“I know that too.” You looked at him holding onto the coffee you’d made yourself like a life line, “What worries me is that there aren’t very many enjoyable memories. There’s only a handful and it makes me wonder if my life was even worth it…”

“You listen to me.” He leaned down to you, “It is always worth it. Hard and sometimes rough, but worth it.” 

You smiled tearing up, “You wanna know what the one memory that keeps coming back everyday?”

He sat down loosening his tie, “Yes I do.”

You looked at him sniffing the tears away, “Barry. That man is so…bright in a world full of dark.”

Joe smiled listening to you speak, “It’s recent. We were at the police station and we’re talking…and there is this feeling that wells up in my chest, like an overflowing well. He gets that smile…”

“That genuine one, I know which one you’re talking about.” Joe nodded at you.

“Yeah…I said something about meeting up later and he goes to leave. He bumped into the door as he went that grin still on his face.” You looked at him, “I don’t know if want to remember someone who doesn’t have more memories like that.”

“In your defense…”

“No…no more of that.” You leaned forward at him, “You all know what pivotal moment took me from Central City and I am tired of sifting through all of the memories…Please tell me what happened.”

Joe took a deep breath in through his nose and let it out slowly, “Your parents were murdered, you didn’t adjust well. You tested out of school early and joined the military.”

You leaned back in your seat slowly, “What about my aunt?”

“Her idea of coping with her sister’s death was a bottle of Merlot a day.” He told you, “I tried checking in with you, for Barry’s sake. You two were sorta thing…”

“Yeah I got that…” You frowned, “So I just left…I didn’t deal…I just…”

“You were going through a lot. More then anyone at that age should go through.” Joe reached over putting a hand on yours, “Just remember your past doesn’t control you. It’s what you do now…what you choose to do now that matters.”

You nodded sighing, “Thanks Joe…”

He stared at you for a moment before patting your hand gently, “You should try and get some sleep, aren’t you and Barry going to the Lab tomorrow?”

“Yeah…I guess his friends wanted to try something to make my returning memories less scrambled and more in order.” You watched him stand up, “I’m not sure I want to go.”

He smiled at you, “Y/N, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you need reminding of that I’d be happy to let you know.”

You smiled at him, “I’ll take you up on that.”

“Try to get some rest.” He told you before turning away from you.

“Hey Joe?” He stopped and looked at you, “Where does Barry go all the time? I know he works for the CCPD, but it seems like he just randomly vanishes…”

You saw his eye flicker for a moment searching for an answer, “We keep him busy.”

“Right, of course.” You said goodnight again and remained seated in the dining room. You liked Barry and had felt that you two were getting closer, but the last few days he’d been vanishing. Then he didn’t come home tonight.

You shook it off and walked into the kitchen dumping the coffee out and rinsed out the cup. There was something there though…something that Barry was keeping from you. You shook your head, you just kept seeing red.

The next morning you walked out dressed and ready for the day. Barry was already up and in the kitchen. 

He smiled at you and held up a plate and a cup of coffee, “I made breakfast.”

“You…made breakfast.” You smiled at him taking the plate and cup, “Thank you.”

“I just wanted to make sure everything went good today.” He smiled and sat down with you, “Starting off with a good breakfast…”

“…listen Barry…about seeing your friends today…” You looked at him.

“I know it’s scary, but they want to help and what Caitlin and Felicity have talked about…I think it work.” You listened to the excitement in his voice and smiled, “and Dr. Wells thinks it might work too, so you know it’s got to be a good idea.”

“I guess so.” You nodded. How could you resist that face? He was so hopeful and wanted to help so much. Soon you were on the way to the lab.

“Your car is really nice.” Barry said getting out, “The heated seats really make a difference.” 

“Sure.” You walked over toward him, “I trust that you wouldn’t lie to me.”

He stared at you for a moment before nodding. Again, he was holding something back, but you weren’t going to push it. He walked you inside showing you around as you went, “And this is where they patched me up.”

“Wow. They spared no expense.” You told him looking around the cortex.

“Barry…” You looked over at a man in a wheelchair, “This must be your friend, Y/N.”

“Dr. Wells…” Barry smiled putting a hand on your back, “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Dr. Harrison Wells.”

He rolled over to you holding out his hand to you a small smile on his face, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Thank you for your help.” You took his hands shaking his slowly.

“A friend of Barry, is a friend ours.” He turned from you, “Barry, how are you feeling?”

You looked at Barry shift uneasily, “I’m alright.”

“Good, Caitlin has everything set up over here.” Dr. Wells told you both.

“I must be interrupting…” You turned seeing a blonde woman walking in, “Sorry, I forgot my tablet.”

“Felicity…I could have…ran it over.” Barry smirked at her.

“Oh we weren’t too far, and Oliver didn’t mind.” She looked over her shoulder at a man walking in slowly.

You looked at him staring at you. His mouth fell open slightly as his emotions welled up in his eyes, “Y/N…I didn’t realize you were the same person. I hear you’re having trouble remembering…I’m…”

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part  Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen

Cisco and Caitlin drove straight to the hospital once they were informed which one you were going to. Caitlin kept her face hidden as Cisco raced through the halls, “Excuse me! Coming through, best uncle in the world here, gotta see my favorite niece. Come on people move it!”

“Cisco!” Caitlin hissed at him, “He’s in a wheel chair…”

“I can see that Caitlin…it doesn’t matter…My niece was born and I wasn’t there!” Cisco looked at her holding balloons, chocolates, and bunny rabbit.

“She’s not going anywhere, baby Taco isn’t just going to disappear.” Caitlin told him as they found your room.

Barry looked up at them as they walked inside. He smiled looking back at your baby in his arms, “Y/N, just fell asleep, but she wanted me to introduce you to our new addition.”

He walked over showing her swaddled in a pink blanket. Caitlin gushed over her as Barry spoke, “Caitlin…Cisco, meet Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Wells.”

Caitlin looked at him tearing up, “Ronnie…she named her after him?”

“She said she would’ve never met any of us if Ronnie hadn’t called her about the job opportunity. She loved him like a brother.” Barry told her, “Do you want to hold her?”

“Yes.” Caitlin smiled taking her gently in her arms, “Hello Veronica.”

Cisco looked at her putting a hand on Caitlin’s shoulder, “She is so small.”

“She’s a baby, Cisco.” Caitlin looked at him, “She’s perfect.”

You smiled looking at all three of them through slitted eyes. You had the best family ever.

Harry stood your apartment unsure of how to proceed. Barry had simply let him in and then took off to meet you at the hospital. He sighed shutting his eyes taking in the scent of the place.

He smiled smelling the warm vanilla and cinnamon smells. It astounded him the similarities of these worlds. You were everything he remembered. Everything detail seemed to be the same, just shifted in time.

His eyes opened as he became mission oriented. He was here to build a crib, not learn about you. How hard could it be?

He walked down the hall his eyebrows coming together. This place was a small one bedroom apartment. It would be fine for a while, but….

“Stop it…she’s not your responsibility…” He sighed shaking his head, “She is a strong capable woman who will be fine.”

He found the crib leaning against the wall of your bedroom. Tilting his head slightly he looked at the picture. It was some fancy crib with drawers and a mobile. He shrugged taking it and laid it down popping the box open.

He licked his lips as he pulled out the instructions, “Take the screws from package A and connect board G to board T…Okay well it’s spelled out easily enough, but of course there is no tools include. Fantastic.”

He stood up huffing to himself walking out to the kitchen and reached under the sink. He smiled finding your tool box under it just like your father taught you. He walked back to your bedroom and knelt down starting to work on putting the crib together.

An hour later he wasn’t getting very far, “Ow…dammit.” 

He put his bleeding finger to his mouth and stood up quickly needing a break. In doing so he tripped falling backwards into your dressing making the items on top of it fall. He scrambled to get everything to stop moving before it fell on the ground.

He stood there placing things back up his heart racing from the sudden excitement. He stopped when he set up a picture of Wells and you. He stared at it with ferocity.

It was his face, but it wasn’t him.

He shut his eyes going back to a time he hadn’t thought about until coming here.

“Babe…just stop…I need to study.” He tried not to smile as you wrapped your arms around him holding out your camera.

“Study later…” You smirked kissing his cheek and snapped the photo.

He pulled out his wallet letting his thumb pull out the photo. He set it against your photo. They were nearly identical. Faces were older, but your arm was out stretched taking the photo kissing his cheek, while he played it like he was annoyed. 

“What were thinking breaking her heart?” He stared at the man in your photo, “You’re an idiot. You lost the best thing that ever happened to us.”

He knew how badly you wanted to move away from home. You worked hard for your grades to get into college. You had planned on joining him as soon as you graduated. He intended on proposing as soon as you did.

He put the photo back up and his photo away before wiping his eyes and sniffing. He sat back down on the floor to finish the crib. He let his anger for his doppelganger fuel him to work. He would at least be better then him and follow through.

“It’s looking good.” Barry’s voice snapped him out of his trance, “You know she picked the hardest one to build?”

“I have experienced it, why couldn’t she just get one from IKEA?” He glanced at the clock. He’d been working on it for four hours.

“Well she said this one had all of her baby needs for her small place and she’s a crazy engineer.” Barry walked over to him, “Need a hand.”

“Why does she have such a small place?” He looked at him, “She has to be able to afford something more sizable.”

“She likes her space. She’s stubborn.” Barry told him watching him nod, “Why don’t you take a break…I can sneak you into see her and Veronica.”

Harry smiled, “She decided on Veronica.”

“Yup, Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Wells.” Barry watched him carefully.

Harry’s mouth fell open slightly before he swallowed, “She…decided that too…”

“Yeah.” Barry nodded slowly, “She wasn’t going to. She didn’t want to let her baby know what a monster her father was…but we talked about it a lot since you arrived. You reminded her that people aren’t monsters, they choose it.”

Harry twisted the screwdriver in his hand as Barry continued, “She said that you were the man that she wanted her daughter to know. The man before Eobard. The kind man with a heart. That the Wells name didn’t deserve to just disappear because of unfortunate circumstances.”

He smiled a little and looked at Barry, “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because the way you looked at Ronnie.” Barry told him with a smile, “You might not have been part of her creation exactly, but you looked like a father would. I mean I can’t say that’s a fact because I’m not a father…but…Well…for being as secretive as you are…you’re not very good at it with Y/N around.”

He put the screwdriver down and sighed taking his glasses off, “Nothing…can come of the feelings that I have for, Y/N. One day I’m going to go home…”

“Why can’t she go with you?” Barry looked at him and watched his shocked reaction, “What? Your world is surviving without you…and it’s not that I want her to go. I…it will break my heart if she did…but if you really have such strong feelings for her, why couldn’t she go home with you?”

Harry swallowed and looked away from Barry, “I had not thought that was an option.”

“I had the option to go back in time and save my mother.” Barry put a hand on his shoulder, “I had a chance to change my life completely…this really isn’t that much different…think about it.”

“I will…” Harry nodded slowly and sighed, “I could use a break…”

Part One Part Two Part Three  Part Four

You walked up the steps to Barry’s home slowly. You smiled as he fumbled with the door, “You’re welcome to stay her as long as you need. Joe said he didn’t mind at all and Iris is happy to let you use her room.”

“Well I appreciate it.” He looked at you as you walked inside, “I’m not sure I want to be alone right now.”

“Right of course.” He shut the door and showed you to your room and gave you a small tour. “This is the bathroom and this right here is my room.”

You smiled and peeked your head inside nodding, “Nice. Very homey.”

“We try.” His eyes twinkled at you, “Are you hungry? I could you show the kitchen and I can pull out some pictures…I mean if you want. I feel like I’m being pushy…”

“No, that sounds great.” You told him putting a hand on his arm as you moved past him, “I appreciate everything you’re doing.”

“After you then.” He held his arm out letting you go down the stairs first.

“Such a gentleman.” You told him as you hand hit the banister. You saw a flash in front of your eyes.

You were laughing holding onto something. A voice called after you, “Give it back!”

“Only if you catch me!” You looked back at 14 year old Barry. It was just enough of a distraction that your foot caught the edge of the carpet and sent you tumbling down the stairs.

“Y/N?” You blinked and looked at Barry holding you up, “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I fell down the stairs.” You looked at him.

“No I caught you before…”

“Not now…before…” You stared at him, “I was running from you…I tripped and tried stopping myself on the banister…but I fell anyways…”

He watched you tear up, “Yeah…yes. You did, you remember that?”

You nodded, “It’s not the first thing…”

“You’ve remembered something else?” Barry looked at you surprised, “What was it?”

You swallowed, “You.”

“Me?” His eyebrows went up, “…what exactly did you remember?”

“It was a just a flash…you ran into the door at the hospital and then you were someplace else doing the same thing…” Your face flushed, “I got the feeling that there was something between us.”

It was his turn to swallow as he help sit you up, “Not…really…”

“What does that mean?” You watched him look away from you, “Barry…I didn’t need a memory to get that feeling.”

He sighed and looked at you finally, “We hadn’t seen each other for close to seven years, we had something back then, but we never got a chance to explore it…but the flirtations…the magnetism between us when you showed up at the precinct was really intense.” 

“But then…whatever happened, happened to me… and now we’re here.” You finished looking down the stairs, “Wow.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure if I should…and…” He started to ramble.

You looked at him as he used his hands to explain. It was cute. So you did what felt natural and leaned over kissing him. You felt his movements stop and his hands fall to your arms as his mouth moved against yours. Finally you pulled away and smiled at his raised eyebrows. You could definitely do that again.

“Wow…” He blinked clearing his throat, “I…”

“Apparently we’ve waited a long time for that…I can feel something between us, and I don’t want to not remember something like that.” You told him, “I hope that’s okay.”

He nodded his head up and down, “Y-yeah. Totally acceptable.”

“Good…I think you were going to show me the kitchen.” He nodded still and took your hands helping you up. You didn’t want to lose anymore time, you already lost a life time even if it was coming back slowly. You smiled when his fingers laced with yours.

The rest of the day went by quickly. You received a phone call from your employer about your things, “Okay…thank you…yes that will be fine. I don’t intend on going anywhere for a while. Of course if I remember something I’ll let you know. Thank you…”

Barry watched you hang up the phone sighing and patted the couch next to him, “Anything important?”

You sighed sitting down next to him, “They are sending over a guy with my things…apparently I had a couple bags with me when I arrived.”

“Well that’s good news then. Right?” He could see the look concerned look on your face.

“Yeah, of course it is…” You looked at him nodding.

“But…” He frowned turning to you more. You liked that he gave you his undivided attention.

“But apparently I have a house…Tanner, my partner he was the one on the phone. He said I have a house here. I guess I mentioned to him that I was going to take a look at it while I was here.” You told him, “Do I have a house?”

Barry nodded, “Yeah…you do. I go past it nearly everyday. No one’s been in there since your aunt passed away.”

You frowned, “Do I have any family?”

“I’m not sure.” You looked away from him, “I can find out, but from what I knew you didn’t…”

You sat there and looked at your hands. In a matter of minutes you had a house and lost your entire family. You blinked a few times…

“Rigs come on!” You pushed on the man’s chest in the dark, “Come on!”

“Commander, he’s gone!” Some told you as you pulled away hands covered in the blood of your brother.

Rain dripped down your back washing the red from your hands. Yelling could be heard from the other side of the house. You couldn’t waste anymore time trying to save a dead man, you had the others to think about…

You felt a hand fall on your shoulder. You reacted by throwing them to the ground knee to their chest hand on their throat. 

“Y/N…” Barry put a hand on yours eyes going wide. He watched your eyes come back from wherever you were as terror set in.

You pulled away scooting on the floor, “Barry…Oh my god…”

He sat up putting a hand to his throat, “It’s okay…you’re alright…the doctors said this might happen.”

“I could’ve killed you.” You teared up pulling your knees to your chest.

He crawled over to you putting his hands gently on your arms, “Y/N, whatever you saw…it’s okay…you where in the Navy…and then you went further and went into private contracting work…it put you in compromising situations.”

“I left him…I couldn’t save him…” You felt the tears falling down your face, “He had family and I couldn’t bring him back to them…”

His heart broke for you as you buried your head into your arms. He knew the feeling of not being able to save everyone. It hurt. It sucked. He couldn’t imagine suddenly just having the feeling come from no where. 

He moved next you putting his arm around you, “Whatever you need, I am here. You just have to ask and it’s yours.”

He lost track of how long you sat there with him until you fell asleep. He smiled pushing your hair from your face. You were so beautiful to him. You always had been. He remembered exactly what you were wearing when you asked for help with statistics.

He liked you then…and he was falling for you now…

After putting you to bed he called Caitlin, “She’s been having flashbacks…They’re really intense, is that normal?”

“It’s not uncommon for a person with transient global amnesia to begin to remember. Many cases only last a few hours…” Caitlin told him, “Since the cases are so few and far in between it’s really hard to say how people react when regaining their memories. It can be very jarring.”

“Is there anything we can do to help her?” Barry put his hand on the back of his head, “I know we shouldn’t rush things…but she’s remember things that I think will hurt her. She just had a flashback to trying to save a man in the field…he didn’t make it.”

She sighed, “I’ll talk to Cisco and see what we can figure out, but no promises Barry.”

“Thank you…I got to go someone’s here…” Barry made a face at the someone knocking at the door. He moved hanging up this phone and answered it.

“Is…Y/N, here?” It was a very attractive man dressed in a suit. His eyes scanned the interior of the house from outside the door.

“She’s resting. She wasn’t feeling well…” Barry got a strange vibe from him.

“Right…I’m Tanner. I was her partner.” He smiled at Barry, “I just came to drop off her things.”

“Oh, well let me help you bring them inside.” Barry moved to come out.

“Actually…the car is her’s too…” He held out the keys, “I had someone follow me and we’re on a schedule…so I’m sorry to leave you with the heavy lifting.”

Barry took the keys and looked at the very nice looking car on the street, “Uh, thanks…I’ll let her know you stopped by.”

“Tell her if she needs anything to call. She’s still my partner, even if she’s off the job for a while.” He told him stepping of the porch.

I have a request (: Imagine Dean falling for you hard, but being conflicted because you’re young (in your 20s) and innocent, and he doesn’t want to drag you into the world of hunting.

Anon this was a fun one. Something I think Dean would really consider. Hope you enjoy it!

“Wow…” Sam sat in the bunker next to his brother pouring him another drink.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Dean took the cup of scotch to his lips, “I don’t know what to do.”

“I…don’t want to risk sounding cliche…but follow your heart?” Sam made a face after saying it.

Dean looked at his little brother, “That’s your advice, seriously? Chick flick romance crap?!”

“Dean, I don’t know what to tell you.” Sam told him, “You like a girl…she saw you kill a ghost and now she has questions.”

“It’s not just that…and you know it.” Dean sighed frustrated, “I have been going to this bar, since we moved in here. I have a routine and then this…beautiful, young, waitress…she walked into my life and she makes me happy…but she has so much to live for…how can I even fathom bringing her near any of this?”

“So don’t know, Dean…I mean you have two options. You either tell her everything and prepare her for the worst…or you let her go.” Sam stood up, “It’s up to you though…you gotta answer the phone eventually.”

Dean sighed looking at his phone vibrate in front of him again. It was you with probably hundreds of questions. He sighed picking it up, “This is Dean…”

“…wow I expected another voicemail.” You sounded pissed. You should be he’d been dodging you all day.

“Y/N, I’m sorry…I have been dealing with some stuff and trying to figure out what to tell you.” He frowned at his answered and corrected him, “How to explain…”

“Yeah…I have…some questions, the first thing I want to know is if you’ll meet me a that bar for a drink?” 

His eyes lit up, “Uh yeah, in an hour sound alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there. Bye, Dean.” You hung up with him.

An hour later he was sitting in a booth waiting for you. He kept scanning the room twisting his glass between his hands. He perked up when he saw you walk in. He frowned when he saw dark circle under your eyes.

He stood up when you approached, “Hi…”

“Hey.” You smiled a little and took a seat, “You got me a drink…”

“I didn’t know how long we would be talking.” He told you sitting back down, “I know long islands are your favorite.”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah…Dean…”

“I can explain everything…” You looked at him. The seriousness on the chiseled face in front of you was scary, but also reassuring, “But first I need you to you understand something. These pass few months have been really great. Getting to know you has been an adventure.”

“But my life is complicated…really complicated and what you saw the other night was…I deal with that a lot.” He stared at you watching your expression, “I really like you, Y/N. I really do…so if you want to know what happened. I will tell you.”

“But…” You raised your eye brows crossing your arms.

“But…” He looked down, “Once you know these things…you see it all the time…and it will draw you into a world that I don’t want to wish on you.”

“So what you do is dangerous?” He nodded glancing at you, “Okay…”

He sat there watching you. He wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t want to lose you, but having you meant putting you in harms way.

“Was it a ghost?” You asked dryly.

The question threw him for a second, “Yeah…”

You nodded smiling sadly, “Right…okay…tell me about them…all of it.”

“Y/N…” He leaned forward, “There’s no going back…”

You leaned forward and smiled, “It’s okay, you’ll protect me.”