be your own damn hero

Aries: Trust more in things you can’t understand. Sometimes the weirdest answer is the only answer left.

Taurus: Recognize old habits and old crimes. Don’t let patterns repeat when you deserve so much better then you deserve. 

Gemini: Stop complaining and start working. You can do anything you put your mind to, you just have to put your mind to it. You’ll lose the war if you don’t fight.

Cancer:  Stop. Just stop. Those vices have have no virtues. They don’t give you character their just killing you. Nothing else to say on the matter.

Leo: One step at a time. Because if you never start you’ll never get the chance to stop. It’s time to grow up and learn to care for yourself.

Virgo: These scars aren’t what made you. These wounds didn’t forge you. You are the hero of your own god damn story. So it’s time to stand up and fight.

Libra: Stop hanging out with people who don’t want to fix themselves. Doing drugs and drowning yourself in the bottle never fucking solved anything.

Scorpio:  Learn to keep your mouth shut for all that is good and holy. Some secrets weren’t meant to be shared and some scars weren’t meant to be shown.

Sagittarius: It’s okay to need love again. It’s okay to need someone in your life. Don’t be scared just to fall just because it hurt last time.

Capricorn:  One relapse doesn’t mean you don’t throw out your recovery. Learn to grab and hold on for deal life. Because you’ve got this.

Aquarius:Jumping off bridges for thrills never did anyone any good. Learn to be content with life as its stands instead of always needing drama.

Pisces: Looking back, learn to not regret. Learn to enjoy who you are and what made you, you. As hard as it was. As painful as it was. You’re you for it.

—  This Weeks Zodiac Post
This is for everyone who has been hurt, taken for granted, for all of the girls with heavy hearts and smudged mascara.
Baby girl you listen, and you listen good.
Stop looking in the mirror, glaring at your reflection, that girl with the sad eyes staring back at you is the only person you have in this cruel world. Has being your own worst enemy ever really worked out for you? How about you try something different, become your own hero, because believe me when I say you’re damn worth saving.
Your body was made with imperfections, those flaws you so desperately wish to change is what paints you into an imperfect masterpiece. So what if the boy you like doesn’t appreciate the way your thighs don’t touch, someday someone is going to walk into your life and love you completely because of those imperfections, not in spite of them, but better yet one day you will learn to love the skin on your body and baby that’s going to be the best feeling of acceptance you’ll ever experience.
So the boy you love, your best friend, who you thought was your soul mate broke your heart?
Sure you feel like your body’s on fire and slowly you’re disintegrating into ashes, but the flames are all in your head darling and you can put them out yourself, you don’t have to watch yourself fade away. You’re going to be okay, maybe not today or tomorrow but beautiful flowers take a long time to blossom but fuck is it worth it, right?
Don’t you ever let me hear you say again that he left because you’re to broken for anyone to love, there is no such thing as ‘to broken’ not to the ones who are worth it anyway.
He’s an idiot for leaving, but you know what? It’s a natural, excruciating part of life, some people walk into your life with no intention to leave but one day you’ll wake up reaching out to kiss him good morning… But he’s no where to be seen. But that’s all on him, you can’t rip yourself to shreds searching for excuse after excuse as to why he left, stop searching for an answer that you never got,
You’re not a fucking puzzle with a missing piece, you do not need him to complete you.
You only need you to complete you.
—  B.L letters I never sent

》Higher consciousness is a shift.
It is the dramatic re-ordering of ones mindset, which births changes that greatly benefit the body, mind and spirit, as a collective. It is (most often times) marked by considerable expansion of awareness of the inner connectedness of mind, body, heart, soul, spirit and journey, and of the inter-dependent nature of all things. It is a renewing of ones life and reality, rebuilt on a new foundation of truth, peace, strength and awareness. This shift is brought about by the grueling, exhausting, laboring, rough and tough suffering process; through/by way of life lessons, trials, heart break, near death experiences, illnesses, abuse, lost of a loved one, depression, long-suffering and all other traumatic experiences. The shift, through all these sufferings, then leads to a stage of reflection and self-realization. The end result of the shift into higher consciousness is the experience of a new perspective on life, on ones self and personal journey, the reclamation of mental, emotional and physical health, and the discovery of the strength, courage, purpose and fearlessness needed to positively endure, thrive, remain balanced and vibrate higher through all that may come through this lifetime and it’s trying, wavering, changing, yet always in ‘divine-order’ times. Life will happen, but staying connected, aligned and activated with higher consciousness, is like becoming your own super hero, every damn day.
VibrateHigherDaily! | -Lalah Delia

You’re all heroes.

Maybe not in the traditional sense of the word. Maybe you aren’t slaying vampires or saving the world from aliens. 

But you are a hero. 

Being a hero can be about defeating your own demons. 

It can be about getting through a day when you don’t want to live anymore.

It can be about the way you pick yourself up off the bathroom floor when you’ve cried your heart out. 

It’s the way you endure when everything comes crashing down around you. 

It’s time to give yourself more credit.

Every day you save yourself, and every day you are your own hero. 

That’s pretty damn important. 

Stop chasing after people who left you. Stop romanticizing the people who hurt you. It’s not poetic that you’re broken. You have got to stop glamorizing heartbreak, there is nothing beautiful about it. Begging, needing, loving someone so much that you can’t merely function without them is pathetic. You need to learn to fix yourself. Begging someone to stay will not make them love you. He isn’t going to sweep you off your feet like a Disney movie, he fucking destroyed you. Forget him like he forgot you. He’s not coming back to fix your damaged soul. I’m so sick of you pleading for his return, he destroyed you and didn’t look back. Your dependance on his presence is making me sick. He doesn’t love you so stop pretending he’s coming back because he’s not. He ruined you and you let him don’t you dare forget that. He’s moved on and it’s about damn time you did the same. Learn to love yourself or you will be this damaged, fragile soul forever. He can’t fix you, no one can but yourself. It starts now. Be your own damn hero.
Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist  (Part 1/?) (Tony Stark x reader)

A common love of Nat and Tony:

Requests:  Can you do a fic where the reader is in love with tony, but being the playboy is he doesn’t notice how she feels and one day he snapped at her bc he broke up with pepper. Then she goes crying to nat and tony overhears everything you said. And Steve talks to Tony about your feelings for him and he realizing his feelings for you and they end up together??? 

You’re Nat’s little sister and when she introduces you to the team Tony immediately sets his attention on you but Nat doesn’t trust him because he’s a still a womanizer so he has to get her approval please love your blog

“Tony, this is (Y/N), my little sister.  (Y/N), this is Tony, my…pain in the ass.”

Tony slapped his hand to his chest and feigned shock, “how rude.  I’m hurt, red.  Just hurt.” He pulled his hand down and extended it to you, “Pleasure is all on this side, (Y/N).”  Once he had your hand he brought it up to his lips for a light kiss on your skin that you swore you could feel all the way down to your feet.

“No.”  Nat grabbed your hand away and turned to lead you to meet the rest of the team.  You glanced over your shoulder but quickly looked away before your sister noticed.  “Stop it, (Y/N).  He’s taken, he’s trouble, and he’d have to get through me.”


It had been six months since you met Tony for the first time, and you still remember the feeling of his lips on your hand like it was only moments ago.  The last thing you ever wanted to happen was to have these feelings for him.  Like Nat said, he was taken.  Taken. If your head would accept that then maybe you could focus on working with him without acting like a lovesick fool. It was ridiculous, and you were pretty sure that he knew and used it against you whenever he could.  Either that or maybe Nat was right all along; he was a pain in the ass.

You were fairly certain that Clint knew something was up too.  Being Nat’s best friend, you spent about as much time with him as she did, more so now that you were an Avenger with them.  You had joked that he was the big brother you never had, but now he was beginning to take the role very seriously, as if having Nat on your back wasn’t bad enough.

You had just begun unwrapping your hands from the assault on the punching bag when Tony entered the gym. His tight workout shirt accentuated the lines of every muscle, and you had to look away to keep from staring.

“Hey, kid.  How about a few rounds?”  

“Um…I just finished, actually.  I was just…um, about to leave.”  It would have been impossible for you to be more obvious as you stammered through your words.

“Tough.  Wrap ‘em back up and get your sweet ass in here.”

“Excuse me?”

He turned sharply to look back at you, surprised that you would take issue with what he had said. This was the first time it had ever caught your attention, but he had been on your mind more than ever so it struck a nerve.  

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that.  Please join me.”  He smirked, “is that better?”

“It’s a start.”  You followed him into the ring as you finished the final wrap around your hand.  Slipping your gloves on, you held your hands up for him to pull them down and secure them for you.  After making sure his own were tight, he gave each of your gloves a tug and turned to head towards his corner.

Before he made it there, he turned back to say something, but was met with your glove under his chin, knocking him back into the ropes behind him.  “Hey, that’s a dirty move!”

“Never take your eyes off your opponent.  Isn’t that what you told me on day one?”

“Oh, you’re going down, (Y/N).”  He lunged forward at you with a swing at your side but you blocked him easily.  You grabbed his arm and flipped him onto his back with a solid slap on the mat.  

“I’m sorry.  You were saying?”

Tony grabbed your leg that was closest to him try to pull you down, but you anticipated this and spun out of his grasp.  He stood quickly and wrapped his arm around your neck, holding you tight against his chest. Thrusting your elbow back into his abdomen, he gasped and released you long enough for you to turn and thrust your knee into the padding on his head.  He kicked his leg forward and wrapped it into yours, dropping you solidly onto your back.  He knelt down, pushing his knee into the center of your chest and grabbed each of your hands to pin you.

“I win.”

You were panting as you looked at him, his eyes boring into you.  Even sweaty and tired, he was gorgeous.  You hadn’t let him win, but this view would have been worth the loss if you had.

“Yes…you certainly do.”

It took a moment for him to release you, but he never lost eye contact even as he stood and offered a hand to pull you to your feet.  “Go again?” he asked, but his tone made him sound uncertain if he thought it was a good idea or not.

“Sir, Miss Potts is requesting your presence in her office.”

“Thanks, J.  I’m on my way.”  He began to unwrap his hands, but paid more attention to you as you did the same. “So, another time then. You’ve…you’ve really become quite the opponent, (Y/N).  I’m looking forward to it.”

“Okay, yeah.”  You dismissively threw your gloves on the floor, grabbing your bag and all but running out the gym door.  You hurried to your room, slamming the door behind you and flopping face down on your bed, exasperated.  

“I’m such a fucking idiot!” You yelled into your pillow, relieved that there was no one there to hear you.  You rolled over onto your back and groaned, mad at yourself for the thoughts that were now almost constant in your head.  “Get your shit together, (Y/N).  Please, just get your head straight.”

“You know I can hear you, right?”

“Fuck.”  You walked to your open window and stuck your head out, looking to the right to see Nat looking back.  “I’m having a bad day, dear sis, can you just let me have it in peace?”

“Can you stop yelling? That might help with the peaceful part.” Nat turned away and crawled out onto the small ledge, holding onto the window frame for support.  Something on the street had caught her attention, and she waved at you to join her in spying it.  “Hey, take a look.”

You slipped through the window just far enough to see Pepper waving her arms angrily at Tony, throwing bags and suitcases into her car.  “What the hell happened?  She looks livid.  Oh!” Nat startled a bit as you both saw Pepper deliver a resounding slap across Tony’s face, but he didn’t retaliate nor did he walk away.  “Nat, this isn’t good.  We shouldn’t be watching this.”  

You pulled back into your room and closed the window, still shocked at what you had seen.  This was definitely not good.


“This is all your fault, Stark.  You had one job, and you miserably failed.”  Natasha was tending to your wound as Steve flew the jet home from your latest mission, chastising Tony but struggling to not lose her cool.  “All you had to do was stand by and wait for our signal to move in, but no, you had to fly off on your own to play the damn hero again.  This is why people get hurt, Tony.”

Tony was sitting quietly on the other side of the plane, looking at his feet and saying uncharacteristically nothing.  His hands were playing with something inside his helmet, but the motions appeared absentminded and only to keep from engaging your sister in the argument. After several more minutes of her verbal berating, he finally snapped.

“Romanoff, I got it. I got in the way.  I got your precious baby sister hurt.  I’m one big fuck up.”

Her head snapped around, her eyes filled with rage.  She released her hands from holding pressure on your wound and stood to move towards him. You reached up quickly and grabbed her hand, holding her back.  “Nat, don’t. It’s okay.”

Tony stood now too, sharply throwing his helmet to the ground.  “Yeah, Nat, don’t.  Let her fight her own battles.”

You looked up at him, not knowing what he was trying to accomplish.  “Okay, I’m not sure where you’re going with this, but let’s all just calm down, alright?”

“You got in the way. You were being reckless, and if we’re being honest here, you’re lucky I was the one who hit you before you got yourself killed.”

“I’m lucky that you hit me?!”  You groaned loudly as you pulled yourself up to sit, not quite strong enough to stand.  You sucked in a sharp breath and held your side, trying to breathe through the pain. “You’ve got to be kidding me.  You should watch where you aim that thing!”

“This is just one more prime example of how you aren’t ready for this.  If it weren’t for big sis watching over you, you wouldn’t even be here,” he snapped.  His tone was venomous and cold, and you had never heard or seen this side of him before. It was ugly and just a bit frightening.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Steve called out from the cockpit, turning to prepare to break up a fight.  “Everyone sit down and shut up.  Well, or lay down, (Y/N).  You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Natasha turned back to you quickly and helped you lie back on the cot.  She threw a harsh stare at Tony before she directed her attention back to you for the rest of the flight.  She saw the tears begin to build in your eyes, but you fought them back. No way in hell you would let Tony Stark make you cry; at least not until you were in the privacy of your own room, then all bets were off.


Natasha had you bandaged and tucked into your bed within minutes of the return to the tower, having successfully avoided Stark the whole time.  “Here, drink this,” she handed you a cup of dark green liquid, but you turned your nose up to it when it reached your lips.

“This is awful.  Are you trying to kill me once and for all?”

“It’s to help you heal. Speeds up your metabolism and boosts your immune system.  Tony and Bruce made it for after tough missions.”

“Yeah, no thanks.” You set the cup down firmly on the bedside table and pulled the blankets up, turning away from her and hoping she would leave you to yourself.  All you wanted now was time alone to get your thoughts clear; to get that man out of your head.

“Oh my god.  That’s why you said you were a fucking idiot yesterday.”  You turned to face her, trying to look like you had no idea what she was talking about. “You’ve got a thing for Stark, don’t you?  That’s why you teared up when he yelled at you back on the jet.”  

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Nat.”  You turned away again, trying your best to be dismissive.  “Go away.”  

“That’s it!”  She stood from the edge of your bed, her hands on her hips as she looked down at you.  “(Y/N), you’ve got to get over this.  He’s not right for you.  He’s…he’s a womanizer.  Pepper was the longest relationship he’s ever had, and she was the only one who came close to tolerating him.  Look at how that ended.  No good can come from this.”

Little did you know, that only one floor and two doors away, Tony was in the lab, hearing every word that you had said.  You would call it spying, Steve would call it an invasion, and Bruce would call it immoral. In the future, when this moment would come to light, Tony would use the ‘my tower, my rules’ defense, claiming to only care about your wellbeing as an excuse for watching you, when really he was battling the guilt from what he had said earlier.

Tony hung his head, his eyes closed in thought.  So much had happened in the last two days that he needed advise and someone to guide him in the right direction.  Someone who would tell it like it is, whether he liked it or not.  

“JARVIS, cut the camera. Have Rogers meet me in the lab.”

Part 2

In life, you’re going to learn that you can’t always depend on people to save you and you can’t always rely on people for your happiness. You have to be your own damn hero. And it’s hard. I understand it’s hard. To realize that when you can’t sleep at night and you need someone to hold you and tell you that its going to be okay when you feel like hurting yourself or even killing yourself. But guess what? You are strong. You are strong for being here. You’re strong for deciding to wake up the next morning and breathe. Yeah your heart has been stepped on and ripped apart. But somehow it still works right? It’s okay to feel sad. But you’re not going to stay sad forever. So please hang on. You’re going to make it through.

Graphic T-Shirt Friday

You guys sick of me yet? Don’t worry, next week we’ll return to our regularly scheduled postings. 

No running to report, obviously. I set my alarm to go to the pool this morning but then…meh. I kept sleeping. Glorious, solid, non-anxious eight hours of sleep. Maybe I’ll run Monday. Maybe I won’t. Life will go on. 

Happy happy Friday beautiful people! To all of those running races: GOOD LUCK (especially, to those doing the Nike Women’s Half in DC)! Remember: running is FUN!

It's On Me // Dean x Reader.

Word Count // Dunno, oops.

Warnings // Description of blood and bruises, death, foul language, crying, sad tone.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Y/N!” Dean’s gruff voice exploded from outside of the barn that she was running so desperately towards. Her legs were burning with every step that she took and she was bounding through tall grass that slapped against her clothed legs. Her Y/F/C, worn Converse made it easy for her to cover distance, but she just wasn’t fast enough. Her hair fell against her back as she slowed her pace and entered through the red barn doors.

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Dean was struggling in the back left corner of the barn, overpowered by a demon in a beefy meat suit, and he was stuck in a choke hold. His hands were bound with what seemed to be a blue ziptie and when Y/N turned her head to the right she saw the little boy that she and Dean had been trying to protect. The boy had some sort of magic inside of him and he could do things like nobody had ever seen before, but his heart was pure and the demons were trying to corrupt him. He was struggling against his own demon, whimpering and trying to escape as a knife was held to his precious throat.

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Y/N gripped the angel blade in her hand a little bit tighter so that it wouldn’t fall from her grasp when she tore one of these bastards apart. She started running towards the back of the barn, but the demons didn’t like that, oh no. They couldn’t have anyone interfering with the murder of a child and a wanted Winchester boy.

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She pushed herself to keep running and then, suddenly, everything was like slow motion. Dean’s demon clasped his hands around his throat and Thomas’s pressed the knife just a little bit closer and one of them was going to die, but she knew that she could save one. Dean’s lips parted and with a strained voice he called out to her, “Save.. him.” Her heart pounded faster in her chest and she could hear it in her ears and the pressure was pushing down on her and her time was running out and she sure as Hell didn’t know who to choose.

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The man she was crazily in love with, or an innocent little boy who she would probably never see again in her life.

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And then, she chose Dean.

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The angel blade left Y/N’s dirt-stained fingertips, slicing through the air with a whir before burying itself in the center of the demon’s forehead. She didn’t see that, though, because her Y/E/C eyes were fixated elsewhere. She ran forward, thinking that maybe she could save the boy, too.

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Y/N always tended to try to be heroic right when the hostage became completely unsaleable. The little boy’s demon slit his throat in a swift motion and she watched the color drain from his eleven-year-old face. Someone started screaming and she fell to her knees. The screaming didn’t stop when Dean came into her field of vision and murdered the second demon mercilessly. Somehow he’d gotten his hands free. The man turned to her with tears in his eyes, but she didn’t notice them due to her own clouding her sight. He tucked the blade into his jacket and scooped her, a shrieking mess, wordlessly into his arms.

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Dean walked slowly out of the barn with Y/N in his grasp and she was clinging to him so tightly, using up the last of her energy on sobs. She hardly noticed as the door to the Impala opened and she was set down on the passenger’s seat. Dean climbed in next to her and she watched from the window as the barn faded away – dead demons, child corpse, blood stains and all.

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Y/N’s hands were curled into fists around the hem of Dean’s jacket as she trailed behind him into the bunker. Sam heard them come in and emerged from his bedroom. “Hey, how did it-..” He trailed off upon seeing her and Dean in her fucked up states of both body and mind.

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“He’s dead. He’s fucking dead,” Dean growled, before he turned around and swatted Y/N’s hands away from him. She flinched and retracted her arms towards her body, tears filling up her eyes again. “Don’t act like you’re so goddamn innocent, because you let him die. You threw your angel blade at my demon and you tried to charge the second one, with NO weapon, when Thomas was already choking on his own blood!”

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Y/N sucked in and exhaled air to try to calm herself down. Her hands were trembling and her knees were unstable. Dean turned his back on her and Sam remained silent as his brother stormed off. “DO YOU THINK I WANTED HIM TO DIE? DO YOU THINK I WASN’T COMPLETELY DEVOTED TO GETTING HIM OUT ALIVE?” She screamed after the oldest Winchester because there was no way he could scream at her and expect her to stand idly by as he hurt her feelings. Hell no. “DO YOU THINK THAT I WASN’T TRYING TO SAVE HIS LIFE BECAUSE I-..” Her voice faltered because of the searing lump in her throat and she let herself sit on the floor. “Because I was. G-God, you have no idea how hard I was trying because all you ever are is wrapped up in your own damn self and you’re so set on being the hero and saving everyone that you don’t even realize that I’m trying, too. I wanted to save him, Jesus, I did, but I would be so much worse if I’d chosen him over you. Yeah, this is on me, this is my fault, but I wouldn’t change my choice for anything because I-..” Another falter. Her voice fell away and both of the brothers were just looking at her wide-eyed, because neither of them had expected her to react like this. “I.. I fucking love you, Dean Winchester. And you’re so blind to not know this already, considering what- who I sacrificed for you.”

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And then, she stood up and pushed passed both of them, tears falling down her blood-covered cheeks. She locked herself in her room and threw herself on her memory foam mattress, not minding her current physical state.

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There was the shuffling of footsteps outside her room and then the tapping of knuckles on her door. Y/N wiped at the tears on her face, sniffling loudly once. “Who is it?” She croaked, trying not to break out into tears again.

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“It’s Dean.” He called from the other side. The door shifted slightly due to the fact that he leaned against it.

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“Then, you can leave me the hell alone.” She growled, her eyes stinging once again.

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“Sorry, princess, but I’m coming in.” The door swung open, Dean having picked the lock or something of the sort.

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Leave me alone, you self-centered asshole!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing he firmest pillow his way and jumping to her feet. She was off of the bed and running towards him. Dean braced himself for her after he knocked the pillow to the floor. The back of her hand collided with his cheek and he looked genuinely shocked, most likely having not planned on being hit. He didn’t say anything, just tried to block himself as she pounded on his chest weakly with her fists, trying desperately to get him to leave. Dean caught her fists in his hands and she tried to knee him in the groin. He deflected that blow as well, quickly backing her up towards her bed until she lay flat on her back. He had her pinned against the mattress. “Get off of me, Dean. Please, just get off of me. I don’t want to be near you right now.” She pleaded, struggling against his strength but he shook his head.

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“I’ll get off of you if you stop struggling. You can sit here on your bed and I’ll go on the other side of the room, but we need to talk. Please. I just want to talk to you and then you can be mad at me all you want, okay? You don’t have to talk, even.. Just hear me out.” Dean searched her eyes for agreement. She sucked in a breath of air before nodding her head and Dean rolled off of her body, standing up beside her bed. He made his way to her door, locking it, and then sitting down directly in front of it as if to keep her from running. “Listen, Y/N, what you said out there.. I just wanted to apologize to you, for screaming at you so much about this. I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you, because I didn’t know you felt that way. I had no idea and I’m so sorry. You don’t have to forgive me, but I just wanted you to know. And- um- I know.. I know that you’re feeling a lot right now. Sadness, grief, regret, hatred, and.. what you said about me out there.

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“I am a self-centered asshole and I’m blinded by the fact that I want to save everyone and when I don’t save everyone, I hate myself for it. I’m not only sorry, but I’m grateful that you saved me. I feel really shitty about not being fast enough and letting myself get fooled by that demon, but I was screaming at you when you’re probably feeling a lot worse.” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

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“I’m sorry, too.” Y/N closed her eyes. “I shouldn’t have said those things to you and called you a self-centered asshole, because you’re not. You’re really caring, sweet, funny, kind, and selfless and I honestly can’t think of a better man than you or Sam.” She got up off of her bed and Dean got up off of the floor and everything didn’t feel so bad anymore now that the air was clearer and it was easier to breathe in front of each other again. They were thicker than thieves before the hunt happened and their bond may be a little damaged, but most of it was restored.

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Dean met her halfway and enveloped her in a tight hug. He pressed his lips against her temple like he always did and he swallowed. “I love you, too, by the way.”

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And then their lips collided.