This was from @sup3rnaturalunkn0wn for my 1K Gif Celebration…crazy late, but hope u like it…
You watched as the tears rolled down his cheeks, a mask of sorrow etched on his face, grief and anything else he could muster up.
You did the same, staring right back at him, the tears rolling down your own face.
The entire time, thoughts of how you got to this point were racing through your mind.
All that pain, right from when you were born, bubbling up to the surface.
Your sight was blurred as you remembered the day she left you.
“Mommy! MOMMY! DON’T GO!”
Your little feet ran as fast as they could down the road, too tired and weak to keep up with the car that drove away from you.
It got smaller and smaller, until it was nothing but a dot, your pleading never once stopping, thinking she could hear you even after she disappeared from sight.
Your dad ran after you, simply watching with you once you came to a halt, unable to believe his wife, the mother of his child, had left him.
When he looked down at you, the child he loved more than anything, sobbing, begging for Mommy to come home, he realized he’d have to be strong.
He crouched down, looking into your tear filled eyes and wiped the wetness off your face.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy’ll take care of you. I promise.”
Just remembering that moment was painful, as you felt the tears stream down your face, still not daring to look away from Dean for even a single second.
He was the one who called you sweetheart now. He was the one who promised he’d take care of you.
But the tears kept coming as you thought back to the moment when you’d lost the most important man in your life.
Another moment that had brought you to where you were right now.
Crying in front of the man you loved.
“Daddy, please don’t go”, you sniffled, clutching his hand as though you were a little child, terrified of losing the one who’d keep you safe from the rest of the world.
You wished his grip would tighten, that his hands would provide you with the comfort only he had, that special comfort of love and protection he’d given you for 26 years.
But it didn’t. His hands were limp, his body still in the hospital bed, the machines breathing for him.
You knew what you’d have to do.
You knew you’d have to lose the one man you needed the most. But you didn’t want to let him go just yet.
“Please, daddy. Just…stay a while longer. Come back to me”.
You pleaded to him over and over, knowing it was falling on deaf ears, before the nurse and the doctor came in, shutting off the machines as you waited almost an hour before he finally passed.
And when he did, you knew you were truly alone for the first time in your life.
Your heart clenched as you thought of that memory. That was the worst day of your life.
You didn’t even think you’d heal from that, until Dean Winchester found you.
Well, you found him. Saved him really.
Took him in when you saw him in his car, barely breathing.
You didn’t hesitate to take him to the hospital, making sure he was awake, before you were about to leave.
But when you heard him talk, saw those beautiful green eyes staring into yours, asking you not to go, you knew this man would own your heart.
You felt a small smile forming, before quickly remembering why you were crying right now.
You held Dean’s gaze, never faltering for a few minutes, before you saw his hand moving in his trouser pocket, his leg twitching.
Dean noticed your stare and quickly pulled his hand out, but he was too late.
You rushed forward and shoved your hand into his pocket, the warmed metal coming into contact with your hand, along with the giant hole he’d ripped into his pocket.
Pulling the tweezers out, you glared at Dean, before jumping up and down in joy.
“Ha! I won! I knew I could cry more than you!”
Dean wiped the tears away with his sleeve, shaking his head.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. Sammy…who cried more?”
Sam looked up from the table, looking disapprovingly at the two of you.
“Ok, first of all, you two are a pair of weirdos. Secondly, I can’t measure a persons tears. Besides, I wasn’t really paying attention to your stupid game”, he mumbled, before looking back down and getting on with his research.
“Hear that? He has no idea. Guess neither of us won”.
You scoffed, raising an eyebrow.
“Come on, dude. You cheated! You can’t make yourself cry by…what the hell were you plucking out?” you asked, suddenly intrigued.
Dean began blushing slightly, avoiding your eyes.
You smirked, moving forward and wrapping your arms around his waist.
“You want me to take a look? Kiss it better? Make you feel better?”
Dean bit his lips, pulling you close enough that you could feel his cock hardening already.
“And how would you do that, sweetheart?”
You shrugged, moving your arms up and around his neck, as Dean held your waist.
“Why don’t I show you?”
Your lips were about to come into contact with Dean’s, when a loud yelling interrupted you.
“GUYS! I’m right here!”
You jumped in Dean’s arms, looking over at Sam, who was glaring right at the two of you.
“No. Not ‘Sorry, Sammy’! Sam…think you can…y’know…”, Dean trailed off, hoping his brother would get the hint.
Sam rolled his eyes, sighing heavily before grumbling as he got up and grabbed his coat, slamming the motel door shut behind him.
“I kinda feel bad now”, you whispered, the sound of rain easily audible as it fell all around, knowing Sam would get soaked out there.
“Sweetheart, you’ll be feeling better than ever once I’m done with you”.
You squealed as Dean pulled you onto the bed, pinning you down before he started kissing down your neck.
Yep. Dean would most definitely make you feel good tonight. And not only once either.