• <p> <b></b> Michael POV<p/><b></b> "Man I didn't even really wanna go to prom, it was just a bunch of overly horny niggas and bitches that spent hundreds if not thousands of dollars on one night that would be over before it began" I said as me and my bestfriend Metri sat at the food court in the mall. "Bitch shut the fuck up you know you wanna go, you just mad cause you don't have a date yet, and you extra salty cause Darrien ain't ask you yet" he laughed as he took a bite of his chick-fil-a sandwhich. He was right though I actually did wanna go but I only wanted to go with one person and that was him, waiting on him to ask me to prom was like waiting in line for new Jordan's to drop it takes forever. "Yeah whatever Bitch, he ain't gonna ask me so Im just over it, it's only a week an a half left till prom and I don't have a tux or limo shit I'm mad as hell I brought that $100 ticket" I said actually becoming mad a little. " Calm down Mike, you'll get asked and if you don't you can come with me and Travis" he replied trying to cherler me up. "GREAT!!, so I can be a third wheel, na I'll pass" I retorted honestly. We finished our meal and did a little more shopping as we were leaving I seen darrien and some other boy walking on I quickly grabbed metri and duck behind this big ass flower pot outside the mall. "BITCH, I'll smack the shit outta you bout to give me whip flash better be glad me and Jesus ace boon coons in this new year don't do that shit no more" he said but I ignored everything he said and said " Look, there go Darrien and some other boy going in the mall, do you know him?" I asked because my Bitch been around the block and up the street a few times. " Yeah that's Evan he got a big dick, Mmm.. A really big-". " Michael?" Someone asked from behind me and from the voice I knew exactly who it was. " He-hey Darrien funny running into you here haha" I say nervously beings I was just caught hiding behind a flower pot at 3 in the afternoon. " What you doing behind this flower pot, hey Metri" he said as he hugged us both. "Well I was-we were- he needed" I couldn't speak at all so like a true bestfriend my bitch quickly said " We were here looking at tuxs for prom, how about you guys and hey Evan!" He said as he gave Evan that look that make ya mom uncomfortable cause she no her son getting dicked down right. "Wassup Metri, still looking sexy as ever, you a stranger thou shawty, I see ya new nigga got you in lock huh?" Evan replied licking his lips and I'll admit I got alil turned on. "please don't get him started on niggas" I said as I pulled darriens so we could talk away from those two knuckle heads.<p/><b></b> Darrien POV<p/><b></b> I'll admit it Michael was looking so fine right now he had his hair I'm braids that led to a man bun and his ass was sitting right, I spotted him and Metri walking out the mall as soon as we got close to the steps o seen him duck down behind that flower pot and all that. "So why was you hiding again?" I asked him because I wanted a answer. " ok truth is I seen you and Evan and I didn't know him so I thought-" before he could finish I said " I was cheating, Oh okay, nah shawty I'm not going no where". " So if that's true why haven't you asked me to prom yet Darrien we only have a week basically to get his shit together, is cause I'm a boy and your parents don't know" he said and I could see the hurt in his eyes. " Come on man! Don't start with that, look I love you and I always will but I'm just not ready for my parents to know yet" I honestly said.<p/><b></b> Me and Michael been messing around since sophomore year and we are now seniors, I came out at school for him cause I really do love him I just haven't told my parents yet.<p/><b></b> "Don't do what! D, explain to the guy I love that I wanna be with him whole heartily I fucking love ya bigheaded ass and I just wanna spend this night with you" he said as tears rolled down his face. Before I could reply he grabbed Metri and left me standing there. "damn, bro you fucked up this time huh?" Evan said walking over as we watched them leave. " Man shut up nigga, I didn't do shit, he wanna go to prom with me but I haven't told my parents about us yet, don't get me wrong I love his ass a lot but I'm not ready yet man, what you think?" I asked him cause he was my boy and he keep it 100 with me. " I think that you should take his ass to prom, tell ya parents and move on if that accept you great if they don't go to college with ya man and start a new life my nigga, for to long we love for others because what they might think or feel bit what about us?" He said as we entered Zumiez " Since when did you become Mr. Knowitall" I said mushing his head. " Since I came out 2 months ago and my mom accept me but you know pops ain't wit it but he cool" he replied which made me think about my next move and how I was gonna tell my parents that there only child was gay and wanted to go to prom with a boy!! Damn.<p/><b></b> If you like this first little snippet of my new tumble story "Knight in shining armor" please please please #reblog and comment lemme know wassup I'll beposting updates every Wednesday and the chapters will be much longer this is just a tease!!<p/></p>
Chapter 40 Part 2: Furthest Thing


I could feel his tight grip against my warm blue satin sheets. I missed shit like this but he needed to get his priorities straight before we could move further.

“Seppie get your feet off my head lil mama.” He groaned pulling me closer until our legs collapse over each other.

I hadn’t even realized the twins had come in here to sleep with us. After our talk I drifted off into a well needed sleep.

“Mommy, I hungry!” Seppie whispered in her sleepy voice climbing over Aug to get under me.

“You hungry, Auggie?” I turned around watching my boys sleep peacefully. They looked exactly alike from the smooth honey complexion to the soft black tight curls on those beautiful big heads.

They nodded yes in unison making me and Seppie giggle.

“Whats funny? ” Aug asked placing his hands under his head allowing AJ to cuddle closer under him.

I nodded towards AJ, “you and your mini me over there!”

“You can’t talk … she ah lil spoiled brat just like you.” He joked pulling me down on his chest kissing my lips passionately.

“Ew!” The twins giggled in unison.

“You don’t want us kissing?” Aug asked.

“No! Thas yucky daddy!” Seppie yelled.

“How you think y’all-”

“Shut up!” I laughed hitting his chest.

“I’m just saying. We hungry though mommy … can you cook sum’n fah us.”

I looked around the king size bed to see my family giving me their puppy dog eyes and pouted lips. I wiggled out of the bed into my slippers and robe set off for the kitchen. “I’ll call you when its ready!”

I moved down the long staircase into my almost boxed up kitchen shuffling around to retrieve my pots and pans to get breakfast started.

"Damn CoCo, how long it take? We bout tah die up there.” Aug replied rubbing my belly.

“Hush! Yall can come eat now foo’!” I giggled placing the plates full of food onto the table.

“Good!” He chuckled pulling me towards the cabinet lifting me up.

“Aug what are you doing?” I giggled covering my face with my silk robe.

“Relax boo, I want some chocolate.” He winked pulling the robe down licking his lips feeling under the shirt at the lace lingerie.

“Aug what ab-”


I had to shut her ass up. She was looking good as hell in my t shirt. All I wanted to do was get a taste of my shit.

“Baby stop!” She moaned in my ear as I played with her tge metal hoops that hooked around her breast. I smirked pulling it over her head taking in her beautiful chocolate skin laced in the black material.

“Gimme some.” I demanded separating her thick thighs letting my full length rub against the damp lace. 'Damn she was wet’

“Aug pleeeeaase …” She moaned pulling at my curls while I flicked my tongue against her neck rubbing on her clit slowly.

I allowed my fingers to slide inside of her chocolate. “Go slow baby.” She managed to get out.

‘Fuck! This lace shit gotta go.' I thought before ripping a hole in her panties as I increased my speed enjoying her moans of pain and pleasure.


“Mommy is food done?” AJ yelled from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah we hungry! ” Seppie added.

“Stay Uuuh-p the.. there babies!” She stuttered as her juices began to flow down my leg. As soon as I pulled out my index and middle finger she was cumming on the floor. 'Damn I ain’t neva had her squirt before.’

“Clean this up.” I winked licking my fingers sitting down at the table.

“You can come eat now!” She managed to get out towards the stairs as she started mopping the tile floor.

“Daddy you no know how to drink.” Seppie giggled.

“What you talm bout lil mama?”

“You spill juice on your pants.” She pointed to the big wet spot on my lap.

“Haa, nah mommy got some juice on me.” I replied looking straight at AirRen licking my fingers again.

“Hush and ea-” Her phone rang mid sentence. By the look on her face I could tell something was up but didn’t want me or the kids to worry.

“Look we’ll talk later. I said last time. When I wanna talk I’ll call you … bye.” She slammed the phone on the counter.

“Who was that baby?” I asked moving towards her holding her belly.

“Nobody just drop it please.” She looked stressed

“Tell that niggah stop before I handle him. He don’t want that, do he?” I asked jogging up the stairs a little irritated. I could hear her foot steps following close behind.

“So you mad?” She asked with her arms folded.

“Nope! Go handle yah lil boyfriend 'foe I do. ” I kissed my teeth.

“Really Aug? Stop jealousy doesn’t suit you love.” She smiled pinning me on the bed kissing my neck.

“Damn CoCo you want some mo’?” I chuckled.

“I never got the rest!” She smiled.


I been trying to call Ren all night. I was starting to think her and Calendar made up but I still had to be sure. I walked up the steps making sure not to fall off of the 6" Steve Madden heels I decided to wear.

“Tae Tae!” AJ yelled jumping into my arms.

“Hey boyfriend! Why yall opening the door for strangers?” I asked looking for Ren in the kitchen. “You not stranger though.” Seppie shrugged leading me to a plate full of pancakes and Turkey bacon.

“Where’s yah mommy boo?”

They both pointed to the upstairs. I took off my shoes and tip toed to the end of the hall to her room.

“Stop fuckin and come hea!” I giggled making a beat on the door. I heard someone smack their teeth then a guy throwing a temper tantrum. 'CoCk blocking’ I laughed.

“Hey Tae!” She said cracking the door shuffling with a t shirt she just threw on.

“You could have at least put a bra on!” I smacked squeezing her nipple ring.

“I swear if you didn’t have Brian I would think you were gay!” She chuckled seating my hand moving slowly out of the crack pushing the door close.

“Naah where his hoe ass at!? I wanna meet him cuz you definitely wanted me to come over and yo ass didn’t even answer when I called you outside last night.” I rolled my eyes smiling.

“Girl we got into a argument then made up. Im such a sap ass bitch when it comes to Aug.” She smirked shaking her head.

“This is true but I do it with Brian hoe ass all the time! That niggah know what it is.”

I looked up to see a tall lanky well tattoo guy moving around in the kitchen with the twins.

“Is that his big headed ass?” She nodded her head up and down laughing. I walked into the room clearing my throat waiting for him to acknowledge me.

“Yah Chante?” He asked washing the dishes.

“Mmh hmp! Wass good August.” I said crossing my arms ready to grill this niggah.

“Yah homie tell you nun but bad stuff, right?” He chuckled.

“Your sex game isn’t bad.” Ren joked. “Stop tryna be rude girl. Get in his ass later!”

I rolled my eyes cracking a smile. I know Aug wasn’t a bad person that mutha fucka was doing dumb shit when it came to Ren though and that shit needed to stop.


“So 50 guest … 10 tables…” I thought going through the sitting chart for my baby shower. I was barely 5 months but I wanted to have two showers for baby TJ. I was so excited to be having my first child with the man I loved. Nothing could tear us apart.

“Ny why you tryna have two showers?” Trey asked copying the guest list full of names to blue vanilla scented invitations.

“Cuz baby this is our FIRST child! I want him to ’ve spoiled and loved! Now get back-”

“Why is Aug’s name on here and Med School’s not?” He asked handing me the list and a pen expecting to write her name in.

“Cuz we ain’t friends! I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a shower the same day as mine!” I snapped.

“Ny stop … Aug ain’t gon come wit out ha! Yall been cool way too long.”

“You not understanding! Fuck her … the friendship and everything else in between! ”

I was tired of everyone not understanding me. AirRen was my home girl but our lives were getting crazier and crazier. We really wouldn’t have time to hang out like we use to back in our Houston days way before we came to Atlanta and she got pregnant for the first time. I was far from mad at AirRen for being pregnant because at the end of the day I had something that she wanted. That was for Aug to be a real man and commit to her. I was just upset that she kept letting that niggah back in her life do easily.

'Maybe I’m trippin’.“ I thought as I continued the party list.

"Invite her.”

“Already did.” Trey chuckled kissing my forehead.

Trey B.

“Trey! What are you doing?”

“Im recording you!”

“While I’m in the shower … naked?”

“Yep. That rag ain’t hiding shit either. Damn you sexy!”

“Hush can you close the door! Pleeeewase!”

“Not until you say I’m THE BEST boyfriend you had! … lets go I’m recording.”

“Mr. Burke is THEE BEST boyfriend a girl could have! Now can you let me finish? ”

“I can join you … if you like?”

“What you waiting for then…”

Ever since we broke up I’ve been watching this video. I love AirRen. She had been in my life for 2 years and regardless of that hood ass NOLA niggah I was the twins real father. He wasnt gon take them away from me. Nobody was. AirRen was gon be mine again. No matter what. 'Fuck that niggah.’ Period.

Request: I Ain't Ever Coming Home

Request: Based off of ‘Nina’ by Ed Sheeran: Reader doesn’t known Dean’s a hunter. All she knows is that he goes away for a few days and is often covered in marks when he returns. So it’s set in season three, when he’s going to hell so he pretty much stops hunting (unless it’s a big job where Sammy really needs him) in order to spend time with the reader. It’ll be cute like the verses of the song but one day can he and Sam have to go deal with something so that they’re gone for a week (fitting with “I disappear, you call me selfish, I understand but I can’t help it”)and she gets all mad then upset but he comes back when they’re done and its all cute until the week before he goes to hell. He starts acting all jumpy and is scared and won’t go near dogs. Then he has to break up with her. No happy ending. No fluff. Full on tears, tantrums, screaming, angry Dean, angry reader.. The full Monty. If you could alternate this between perspectives it would be great and obviously no rush (sorry I just had to request it)

Word Count: 2,707

Here it is, I hope you like it! Thanks!:) If you guys would want a sequel, please let me know!:D


The knock on your door comes in the late morning on a Sunday. You haven’t so much as bothered to change out of your pyjamas, and it comes as a surprise. You place the mug of warm coffee on the side table and make for the door.

When you open it, Dean offers you a tentative smile.

When he visits, he’s often covered in mysterious marks and blemishes, as if he’s been fighting or has been attacked. Hell, once or twice it’s looked like he’s been shot. But every time, he says the exact same thing, in that exact same pleading tone, with the exact same look in his eyes.

“Please, don’t ask.” He whispers, begging you. You nod as you do every single time and he smiles, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. Your loop your arms around his neck and you hold onto each other in the doorway, pyjamas and injuries and all, for what feels like forever.

You met years ago, when you were both teenagers. He joined your high school, where you were both in your final year. He was only there for three weeks, but you managed to cement this bond and you’d never lost touch, always having each other’s numbers and being in contact once a week. Then, about four years ago, he’d rolled into your town and tracked you down. Since then, you’ve been together- he disappears for days at a time and never tells you why, he comes back covered in wounds, never telling you what’s going on. When you’re together, he wakes up yelling, grabbing you, holding you close until the memories of the nightmare fade.

Of all the stupid things, you don’t even mind. You’ve gathered that it’s hard for him to talk about and you don’t try to make him, you don’t pry, you just help him where you can.

It’s all you can do, really.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers into your ear before burying his face in the crook of your neck. You smile, twining your fingers in his short hair.

“I’ve missed you, too.” You tell him softly. “Feel like a coffee? Or would whiskey be better suited this morning?”

He chuckles, “That’s it, that’s why I love you. Coffee’s fine.”

“You sure?” You laugh, pressing a kiss to his temple. You take his hand in yours and lead him through to the kitchen, pressing the button on the coffee machine.

The more you look at him, the more you see how utterly broken he looks today. Eyes slightly red-rimmed, glazed over, shoulders slouched. As you place the coffee in front of him, you place an affectionate, supportive hand on his shoulder. He smiles, tilting his head up to look at you. In response, you press your lips to his forehead.

You retrieve your own coffee from the sitting room and take a seat across from him. He smiles as your eyes meet his.

“I’ve missed seeing you,” He says softly, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay.” You shrug.

“Okay? That’s all you’re giving me?” He raises an eyebrow, and you laugh.

“That’s pretty much all there is to tell.” You say, grinning, “I mean… yeah. Work’s okay, my sister’s okay… it’s been uneventful.”

He chuckles, sipping the warm drink appreciatively, “Could be worse.”

“Sure could.” You agree, smiling. No matter how weird this whole thing may be, there’s just something about him being there that makes you feel content and safe. “How about you?”

He shrugs, “Hasn’t been easy, but I’ll,” He clears his throat. “I’ll be okay.”

You nod understandingly, “What about your brother?” You’ve heard so much about Dean’s younger brother who he takes so much pride in, has so much love for. Instead of talking about him as usual, however, he just shrugs.

“He’s okay.” He tells you simply, his voice toneless. You nod, reaching over the table and taking his hand in yours.

Dean POV

I hate lying to her, but nor am I willing to tell her what I do- or what I’ve agreed to.

She’s understanding, she never asks more than she needs to know- hell, once or twice I’ve found my way here still bleeding and she never asks what happened to inflict the wounds, she just silently, carefully, dresses them. She cares, though, good lord, does she care. More than any girl I’ve ever met. She has to be curious, who wouldn’t be? Yet she just keeps her inquisitiveness to herself and lets me pretend.

Pretend to be normal, pretend that there’s nothing weird going on, pretend that I can give her the life that she deserves.

She doesn’t deserve it, I sure as hell know that, but I need her. Y/N is like an anchor, she keeps me on my feet. No matter where I am, the road to home leads me straight to her door.

I’m done. I’m not going back out there. I have a year, and I’ll be damned, no pun intended, if I spend it doing anything but being with her. She deserves at least that.


Your POV

You spend the rest of the day catching up like old times, just talking and laughing and slowly but surely, you watch the weight lift from his shoulders.

Eventually, you head to bed, lost in each other, as if it’s only the two of you in the world. And when you fell asleep, it’s a great big warm tangle of legs and arms and blankets and there’s probably a pillow in there somewhere but you barely notice as he plants a final, sleepy kiss on your forehead.

The next days are a blur of laughter and screwing around. You just spend every minute of every day together. One day, you both go to the local aquarium and laugh as you’re splashed by seals, then the next day you visit a beach a couple miles out.

The best thing? There’s absolutely no talk of Dean leaving. Not once. He’s never stayed more than a week without his phone ringing and you just know it’s his brother, finding something else to drag him away to do.

However, a week passes, and another, and another after that. No disruptions, just the two of you in this blissful little bubble.


In fact, it’s three months before there’s so much as a mention of him leaving. You’re just sat on the couch, marathonning some stupid show on Netflix.

“I can’t stay forever.” He says softly. You sigh sadly.

“I know.”

“You’ll be alright?”

“Aren’t I always?”

He laughs quietly, pulling you closer into his chest.

“I love you, you know.”

“I love you, too.” You whisper in return, laying your head on his shoulder. If he can’t be here forever, you’ll keep this memory and treasure it for that long. He chuckles, pressing his lips to your forehead, then your nose, and finally, his lips meet yours gently, softly.

“These past few months,” He whispers, breath whispering against your mouth, “Have been the best few months of my life. You know that?”

“I do now.”


Dean POV

I can’t help but stare at her sleeping face- so peaceful, so serene. Her dreams are not poisoned.

I glance at the bag set at the end of the bed, at the note I’ve left on the pillow- the message fleeting but to the point- and then back to Y/N. She doesn’t know that I’m leaving.

I don’t want to. I never want to. But this is a big hunt and Sam just can’t cope on his own. I told myself I’d take this last year to be with her, to let myself feel real love and real happiness.

It’ll be a week at most, I assure myself, Then I’m done. Full stop.

Then, I leave before I change my mind.


You wake earlier than you would, when the room is only just being brought into focus by the dawn light. It clicks in your brain instantly that you’re alone in the bed, the sheets cold on the other side. It’s unmade, though, you know it wasn’t just a dream. Then, you see the note.


I’m sorry, my brother needed some help a couple states over. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a week, tops, okay? I love you, and I’m sorry.


You sigh, letting the note drop to the bed. There’s no point staying in bed alone, you decide, and despite the early hour, you go ahead and get up. Pouring coffee for yourself, you can’t help but let your mind drift over the last seven months. You smile to yourself, but it all feels so bittersweet.

Like it was too good to be true after all.


Five days pass, and you hear nothing. You try calling him once, but you only get voicemail. You don’t bother leaving a message.

It’s the sixth night that he returns. It’s the early hours of the morning and you’re jolted from your sleep by someone climbing into the bed and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“You’re back.” You remark sleepily. He presses his nose into the back of your neck with a nod.

“Not going anywhere.”

Waking up in the morning, however, is entirely different. You wake, once again, alone in the bed. Stepping out and into the hallway, however, you can hear singing in the kitchen. You take a breath and walk off downstairs to see Dean pouring mugs of coffee.

Upon hearing you, however, he turns around and a smile makes its way onto your face. Only by the light of day do you see the long graze marking his jaw and the bruises patterning his collarbone. You raise an eyebrow, but he tries to brush you off.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He grins widely, “How are you?”

“I’m okay. You?”

“Just peachy.” He smiles, sarcasm not even present in his words.

“Dean?” You say softly, “You can’t just disappear on me like that.”

His eyes widen slightly- this is the first time you’ve ever disputed his disappearances.

“But I-?”

“Yeah, you always do it. But not after seven months together, without warning, and not so much as a text to tell me you’re alive!” You say vehemently, “I know you have your secrets and that’s okay, fine, but you have to keep me out of the loop, then at least make sure I know you’re not lying dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“I’m sorry.” He says sadly. You shrug.

“I don’t know, Dean. I just…” You run a hand through your sleep-tousled hair, “I’m sorry, but it’s selfish. You can’t just disappear on me and expect me to just go with it!”

“I know. I know. Y/N, I’m sorry. I understand, I do, I do, I do. But I just can’t… you have to trust me when I say I can’t help it.”

You sigh, nod, and go into his arms. You get the feeling that no matter what he does, you’ll love him anyway.


One Week Before Deadline

You hear a yelp from outside and race out- Dean said he was fixing something with his car but when you get out there, a Labrador is barking at him, off the lead. You recognise it as old Mrs Dawkins’ pup, and immediately go to pull it away from Dean and his car.

“Woah!” You haul the dog away by its collar. It doesn’t take so much doing, but you’re more concerned by Dean’s reaction. He’s never been bothered by dogs before. When the dog runs off, tail between its legs, you turn to him.

“Are you alright?” You ask. He nods silently, and you offer a small smile, patting his shoulder affectionately.

“I’m fine.” He assures you, staring at the place the dog once occupied.

“Okay. Feel like going out for lunch?”

“Sounds like fun.”

You smile, nod, and make for the house. But you can’t shake that worry, that sense that something unusual is going on.

In fact, the same thing happens again when you’re walking along the street, hand in hand. It’s a spaniel, on a lead, but nonetheless Dean pulls you across the street in order to avoid it. Again, you question him.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. It’s just sunnier over here.” It’s a lie, the sky is clouded, a similar shade of grey all the way across.

You shrug it off for the moment and nod, “Okay.”


Dean’s POV, One Day Before Deadline

Steeling myself, I walk into the room where she’s curled up on the couch, reading a book she’s already read about fifty times.

No backing out, I mentally berate myself for wanting to curl up beside her. Instead of focusing on how beautiful she is, on how her face changes with the emotions the book instills in her, I focus on where I need to be at midnight.

The answer? Somewhere far away from her.

“Y/N?” Here we go. She looks up and smiles as her gorgeous E/C eyes meet mine.


“I- we need to talk.” I tell her, sitting on the couch across from her. She raises an eyebrow, placing the book on the side table.

“Go on?”

“I need to go.”

“Where?” She asks. “When?”

“Away. Today. Now. Forever.”

She freezes in her place, and blinks.

“E-Excuse me?” She whispers, eyes widening. I take a breath.

“People grow and change, Y/N. And this… this just isn’t working anymore.” I’m lying through my teeth but the steel mask is shattering.

“This? Us?” She asks softly, “Dean, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m saying that we’ve fallen apart. I have to leave, and I’m not coming back this time.”

She blinks furiously, trying to push away the tears, “No. You can’t do that.”

“I can, I am. I’m sorry, I-“

“You’re sorry.” She hisses, and a single tear streaks down her cheek. “Sorry. I put up with your shit for the best part of five years and you’re sorry?”

“The last thing I want to do is hurt you, believe me.”

“Then why the hell are you doing this? I thought we were okay, I thought we were happy!” She whispers, choking back a sob without much success, “Did I do something? Say something? Am I not good enough for you anymore?”

“No. No, Y/N, no. That’s not how it is, I swear. It’s me, it’s all me.”

She stands up, determined to be as close to my height as she can be, “You can’t.” She whispers, breaking apart before my eyes. I can almost see her heart tearing in two, as mine is.


“Don’t you dare Y/N me!” She yells, taking a step towards me, “What’s going on, Dean? You’re acting weird, and now this? What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“I’ll tell you what you’re doing! You’re screwing with me, again! I’ve put up with you coming and going, all these years! I’ve never asked, never pried! You just come in here, half-dead, and you beg me not to ask so I don’t but I’m done!”

“I can’t!” I insist, only now raising my voice, “You don’t understand, I can’t tell you these things! It’s to protect you, it’s all about protecting you!”

“If you love me so little, it shouldn’t matter!” She hisses, “If you’re leaving, it doesn’t matter!” Tears fall down her face without abandon and she lets out a miserable sob.

“It matters.” I take her face in my hand, but she slaps it away.

“No, Dean, it doesn’t. I don’t matter. You don’t matter. Nothing freaking matters anymore. I don’t care.” I remain silent, just stood there. “Get out!” She sobs, pushing me away before crumpling to the floor, sobbing into her hands. “Just leave, get out.”

How badly I want to pull her into my arms, how badly I want to kiss her face and tell her it was a sick joke and I can stay but I can’t.

“I’m sorry.” I say, but I don’t know if she hears. Without looking back, I walk out the door. As it shuts, though, I glance back and whisper those three words.

I love you.

And I walk away, knowing I’m not coming back.

pawabowa  asked:

"I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart/ (Nobody's perfect, trust me I've learned it)" from one and only by adele for bellarke? or if u hate that anything from the great escape by pink:):):)

Clarke comes back with a broken arm, a gash on her forehead, and a warning about a group of Grounders coming. He thinks she’s going to leave again as soon as she’s healed, but she doesn’t, just comes back into their lives like she never left, slotting back into shifts in medical and strategy meetings, so easy it sets him on edge.

He keeps from ever being alone with her. If they talk, they’ll fight, and if they fight, he’ll get all these feelings out, and he doesn’t know what will be left, when he stops being angry with her.

“You can’t avoid her forever,” Octavia says, like she wasn’t avoiding her at first too.

“I’m not trying to,” he lies. “The hunting party is leaving, better get going.”

“You’re an idiot,” she tells him, and he shrugs one shoulder.

“Catch something good, okay?”

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College Ain't so Bad

Author: Fangless
Request: # 98
Words: 963
Note: I haven’t actually been to college yet, so if I get something wrong… sorry…

“Good job out there,” you heard a familiar voice say, as you felt a hand ruffle my hair. You turned in my chair and came face to face with the man who you had been hunting with for the past week.

You were a hunter’s kid, in college so that you could maybe do something with your life, your parent’s had supported it too, but when some people started to disappear around campus, you had called your father, asking him if he could come and check it out.

Instead you were presented with one of the Winchester boys, who owed your father a favor, and just happened to be “passing through the area.”

“I was raised the same way as you, Dean. It’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You turned back to your laptop, a small smile on your face, and resumed working on a paper that was due by the end of the coming week.

“Am I not allowed to compliment you, (Y/N)?”

“You are, but my dad told me to be careful around you, remember?”

Dean waved his hand in dismissal, and sat down in the chair next to you.

“Yeah, yeah. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to compliment you.”

There was a long moment of silence between the two of you, before Dean became noticeably bored with just sitting there.

“You said we were going to celebrate a successful hunt, but we weren’t going to a bar. Now I’m sitting here waiting for this thing to happen and I don’t even know what you have in mind.”

“Dude, chill, nothing happens around here until after dark.”


You could hear the music from a few houses down the street, and Dean could too. He had looked at you quizzically, but you just kept on walking. You made your way over to a house that was already laden with people, some of it’s occupants spilling into the yard.

You led Dean up and into the house.

There were people everywhere, and a few of them called out to you, each received with a smile and a wave.

Dean was obviously overwhelmed by everything happening around him, confusion written all over his face.

After a moment you took his hand, grabbing his attention.

“Dean, relax, it’s just a party.”

He smiled at you and nodded, but it was a smile that was plastered on his face to show you a false emotion.

The night went on, and Dean didn’t let you out of his sight, no matter how drunk he was, and you knew that if you didn’t involve him in something that you were doing, he would drive you mad.

Suddenly, a friend of yours grabbed your arm and slammed his mouth into yours. When he pulled away, you heard a bunch of kids laughing.

“Sorry, (Y/N), Truth or Dare.”

After a moment of gathering your senses, you laughed, “Ok, count me in, I want to play too!”

The boy led you to a circle of people, who made space for you to join, and after a few more people had gone, it was your turn.

“Ok, (Y/N), your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” you chimed without hesitation.

The girl who challenged you placed her hand below her chin, thinking for a moment.

“Ok, how about this. I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with your stalker friend over there.”

She pointed behind you, and as you turned around, you came face to face with Dean.

“Are you serious?!” You called out, turning back to face the girl who had challenged you. Though your face was riddled with doubt, she nodded and it was no sooner that you felt someone grip your arm and lead you to a closet that was conveniently empty.

Moments after you were pushed in, Dean was sent in after you by two boys who were playing the game. The door was shut and locked behind him.

The two of you stood in silence for what seemed like an hour, before Dean finally “broke” the silence.

He reached out his hand and placed it on your head. It was a simple gesture, but it made your heart start to race. With what little light came through the bottom of the door, you watched as his silhouetted figure moved closer toward yours.

“Dean, what are you doing?”

“We’re playing seven minutes in heaven, right? So, considering the circumstances, this is my heaven.”

He leaned toward you his forehead coming into contact with yours.

“Is that OK, princess?”

“No,” you said sharply as you pushed him away, “Cause, once you’re done with me, you’ll just move on to some other girl.”

“And gave the wrath of your father? I’ll pass.”

“Seriously, Dean.”

“Seriously, (Y/N),” he huffed, “Your dad specifically asked me to stay away from you, but the moment I saw you, I knew I had to keep you some how. You name me happy, just your smile makes me happy, happier than I’ve ever felt before.”

Though you almost didn’t want to believe it, you could hear the sincerity in his voice, and you didn’t stop him when his lips came down and captured yours.

The rest of the night was a haze, only bits and pieces sticking out in your mind, what Dean said to you being one of them. So, when you woke up the next day, you immediately looked forward to the time that you and Dean could be next to each other again.

You walked to your door, planning on walking the mile to the motel where Dean was staying, only to be startled when someone knocked.

Opening the door, you found Dean standing there with an apple pie and some vanilla ice cream.