10 Days - Part 13 - AU Series
Dean x Reader
- Read Part 1 HERE
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- Read Part 5 HERE
- Read Part 6 HERE
- Read Part 7 HERE
- Read Part 8 HERE
- Read Part 9 HERE
- Read Part 10 HERE
- Read Part 11 HERE
- Read part 12 HERE
Word Count: 3,598
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10 years before.
“Really? You don’t like flowers!? All girls love flowers.” Dean affirmed unconvinced.
“Not really… I like dandelions though…” Y/N replied shrugging.
“C’mon, those aren’t even real flowers!”
“They’re way better than other flowers… You know when you give a flower to someone you’re promising something?” She continued.
“What do you promise with dandelions?” He asked frowning.
“I won’t tell you, but you can guess…”
“What do I get if I guess right?” He asked taking her hand in his.
“Me…” She smiled sweetly.
When this happened, Y/N let Dean in her little secret, her love for that beautiful flower.
Now, most people don’t consider dandelions as flowers, while some other see them as a bother, especially gardeners. Yeah, gardeners have usually zero patient with them because they have the ability to spread their pollen and take over an entire area and, once they do that, they’re pretty difficult to remove, because they tend to come back.
This was one of the reasons why Y/N loved them so much, because they would never go away, and if they did, they would come back; that’s a powerful thing, isn’t it?
That’s why some people see dandelions as magical and make wishes over them; that’s not what Y/N would do with them though…
She liked to look at them and she could do that for hours, especially after she found out their special meaning.
A dandelion given to a loved one is a promise of happiness and total faithfulness.
Basically, that flower meant exactly the two things she wanted more in her life. That’s why she didn’t like any other flower; how can a rose or a sunflower be compared to a dandelion?
In Y/N’s opinion, that just wasn’t possible.
Now. Day 10.
After a sleepless night, spent crying over the past and the fear of the future, Y/N reached the church with Amelia. She was so busy thinking, that time flew without being noticed.
She was in her dress and couldn’t manage to calm down; she was nervous and tense and anxious but, maybe, those feelings were normal before getting married, right? Her life was about to change for good, so her current situation was to be expected, right?
Well, that’s what Amelia had told her and she was desperately trying to convince herself of that.
She kept pacing around the room and her mind was filled with memories of Dean and they just wouldn’t go away, no matter how hard she was trying. And if she managed to distract herself for a second, it was of no use because those memories would come back, more strongly than before.
Was it right to marry Mark? She cared for him, sure, but did she truly loved him?
She knew the answer to that and it wasn’t a good one.
Her heart was so filled with her love for Dean, that there wasn’t space for anyone else. It was like with the dandelions; there was no comparison between a dandelion and another flower, and there was no comparison between Dean and any other man, no matter how wonderful that other man was, not matter if Dean had hurt her and Mark hadn’t.
There was an hour left before the wedding and she was going crazy. 10 years of pretending to hate Dean, 10 years suffocating her feelings and now she was on the verge of breaking down.
She had done great at first, resisting to all his attempts for so long, but after their last discussion, everything had resurfaced; everything.
It was like her brain had finally surrendered to the will of her heart and she was so unused to it, that she just didn’t know what to do.
Was it okay to give power to her heart again?
Was it okay to trust Dean again?
She was on a cliff and about to fall down in the unknown future that her heart wanted… the only thing keeping her was a sentence, the same sentence, ‘Once a cheater, always a cheater.’
Those words, made of stone, were keeping her from falling, strongly.
What was she supposed to do? Sign with her heart or move back against it? She didn’t know if she wanted to stay on that cliff and be safe with Mark, or fall down into the unknown with Dean.
Luckily some help came from outside.
“Hey Y/N, I almost forgot… Dean said that this is for you.” Amelia stated, handing her a small green box, interrupting her flow of thoughts.
“Is he here?” Y/N asked immediately. She wanted for him to be there, there was no denying that.
“No, he just left this and said you need to open it as soon as you can.” She answered, a little surprised by that turn of events. She just couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on… “Y/N, is there something I should know?”
“No, of course not.” She replied, taking the box in her hands and holding it strongly, as if that little object was her safety. It probably was. “Can you give me five minutes?” She then asked calmly, keeping all her anxiety inside, and her friend obliged.
She set the box on the small table in front of her and took a deep breath; then, with trembling hands, she opened it.
The lid fell from her hand the second she looked inside that box, and she cried, without managing to stop.
Dean had surprised her, yet again.
A dandelion was there, in front of her, and she took it in her hand, with so much delicacy… afraid of ruining it.
It was like her heart had grabbed a hammer and had smashed that sentence made of stone in her head, setting her free. Free to jump or free to stay. That’s when she noticed a little note inside the box, with Dean’s handwriting on it.
Apparently there was one left, back at the field.
I know what this means. This is a promise.
I’ll keep it, I swear.
I’m still waiting for you…
There was only one thing left at that point, jump down that cliff.
She did and, even if it was scary, her heart was finally okay and her mind was free of those memories, free to think again. This is how love is supposed to feel.
It was a good thing that she had always a few escape plans ready in her mind; it was like she had been training all along for that moment and she did good. Nobody saw her getting out of the church, with just her phone, her keys and the little box; the most important things for her in that moment. A way to talk to him, a way to reach him, and a promise he had made.
She got in her car and the first thing she did was call him. She had run away from the church but her heart wasn’t beating furiously in her chest; her heart was calm, with a steady beat. Everything was good.
The phone rang twice and, the moment it stopped, she started immediately. “Dean?”
But Dean didn’t reply; a woman did.
Y/N could swear that in that moment she was praying for that to be just a regular woman, that maybe had slept with him. But the feeling of fear getting stronger inside of her, proved that it wasn’t; she was right.
“Mam, this is nurse Willis from the ER… Mr. Dean Winchester was in an accident and he’s being taken care of in this moment.”
Y/N didn’t know what to say; she didn’t know what to think. She had jumped from that cliff but now was all alone; Dean wasn’t there with her. “Is he okay?” She asked, feeling her world collapsing around her.
“I don’t have that information at the moment… Are you a relative?”
Y/N wasn’t an optimistic person so her mind went into a dark place, where it shouldn’t have. Of course the nurse wasn’t going to say how he was over the phone… they don’t do that when someone is dead; they can’t risk something bad to happen to the recipient of the news. With her head filled of these ideas, she hung up her phone and started the car, angry at herself for making him wait for her for that long.
She wasn’t okay anymore… She couldn’t lose him… He had kept bugging her for more than 10 years; who knew what her life looked like without him in it? She couldn’t even begin to think about it.
She arrived at the hospital safe, without knowing how, since her eyes were so filled with tears that all she could see was blurred. She got inside the ER and everyone noticed it; it wasn’t ordinary to see a woman in a wedding dress walking through those doors, but she couldn’t care less; she was too busy praying for Dean to be okay…
She spotted a nurse and quickly reached her; her nametag said ‘Nurse Willis’. “Hi, we talked over the phone… how is Dean?” She asked immediately with a broken voice, wishing for that to be just a bad dream, wishing to wake up.
The nurse looked at her with a surprised expression, probably wondering if Dean was the groom… but then she regained a professional appearance. “Why don’t you sit down, while I ask for some update?” She offered, noticing how pale Y/N looked. But she wasn’t going to faint; her brain wouldn’t have let that happened before knowing how Dean was. She just nodded and sat down, not wanting for the nurse to waste time with her.
Five minutes passed but they felt like five hours. Every second was so long… and it just wouldn’t go away…
What if she was too late? What if she would have never seen him again?
From all the pain that she had experienced, including the one of her heartbreak, this was the worst; she was terrified in that moment and apparently her mind and her brain had made an alliance in that occasion, increasing her fear.
When Dean walked into the ER, a minute later, he just couldn’t believe his own eyes. There was a woman seated not far from him, in a white wedding dress, with her hands covering her face. Could that be her?
Not even a second later she was hugging him so strongly that he couldn’t move, while tears were leaving her eyes in a quick stream. She had a quiet crying but he could feel her trembling, he could feel tears falling on his shirt, so he hugged her back, just as strong and, when he did, her heart got so filled with relief that she broke down, in a mess of sobs and sniffles. It felt so good to have his arms around her; it felt so good to know that he was okay.
She wasn’t alone in the void under that cliff anymore. They were falling together and it was the best feeling in the world.
Dean kissed her on her head, repeatedly, hoping, like never before, to finally have her back.
She broke the hug and wiped her tears away and then she smiled at him.
That smile was like a rainbow after a storm and Dean’s heart started to recompose itself, piece after piece.
“Are you okay?” She asked, trying to figure it out what had happened to him.
“Yeah, just a broken wrist…” He replied, showing his arm. He was smiling too and he thought he was never going to stop. “How did you know I was here? I didn’t tell anyone…” He then questioned, confuse.
“I called you but the nurse answered and I got worried, so…”
“You called me?” He asked to clarify, interrupting her. There was only one reason she would have called him on her wedding day, right?
“Yeah…” She smiled again, forgetting all the worries of the last 20 minutes. “I wanted to take you up on that promise…” She admitted sweetly.
“Really?” He asked full of hope, with wet eyes, not believing to finally have her back after 10 years.
“Yes… but if you want to cry, we should go outside because people are looking at us strangely…” She whispered, looking around.
The only thing Dean heard was ‘Yes’. His brain had stopped at that. God, could he have ever felt more happy than in that moment? He surely doubted that. He smiled widely and then, surprising her again, he kissed her, in the middle of her talk.
She was starting to like surprises again.
They were smiling into that kiss, incapable not to show their happiness, until people started clapping, bringing them back to reality. “I think we should go…” She mouthed, making him chuckle.
She hated all that attention on her, while Dean was pretty confident so, while they were exiting the hospital, when someone would yell “Congratulation!” or “Well done!”, he would nod at them with a smirk on his face. ‘Well done, indeed.’ He was thinking, walking with her hand in his.
She was his.
His plan had worked at the end… He had done it, not in for days, like anticipated, but he couldn’t care less.
Y/N wasn’t nervous at all the day she married Dean.
She was calm and relaxed and she felt nothing but love in her heart; so much love at seeing him waiting for her, down the aisle, with an expression on his face that was just pure happiness, pure bliss.
Seeing her walking towards him was one of the dreams he had been too afraid to hope for, one year back. She was a vision and she was about to become his wife, and no one else’s.
Many things change in a year.
They got married outside, in a garden, and it didn’t matter what florists thought about it, dandelions were their flowers that day.
Dandelions were happiness and faithfulness and they were a promise.
Roses couldn’t be compared to that.
“So, how long do we wait?” Dean asked, sitting on the floor of the bathroom in front of Y/N.
“2 minutes…” She replied, setting her pregnancy test next to her, and taking a deep breath.
Having a baby was their biggest dream and Y/N would sometimes cry just at the idea… She wanted for Dean to be a dad and she knew he was going to be great at it… She wanted a family.
He took her hand in his, a little gesture he was never tired of doing, and kissed it, noticing then a bruise on the back of it. “Hey, where did you get this?” He questioned, a little worried.
She sighed. “I slammed my hand on the countertop this morning…”
He shook his head and smiled, planting a kiss on the bruise. “It’s probably karma… for that candy you stole when you were five.” He stated convinced.
“You remember that?” She asked surprised, putting the thought of the pregnancy away for a minute.
“Of course I remember.” He said matter-of-factly. “It was the first thing you ever said to me…”
She frowned. “I’m pretty sure I wasn’t talking to you…” She replied pensive.
“Yeah, you were… You just didn’t know it yet.” He shrugged, smirking.
She smiled and then kissed him for a long moment, failing to notice for 27 seconds the little pink sign that had appeared on the test.
Dean was going to be a dad.
“Dean?” Y/N called him, shaking his arm.
“Mm” He murmured, rubbing his eyes. “Hungry or horny?” He asked with close eyelids, being used to all her mood’s changes during the pregnancy. It was only normal for her to wake him up in the middle of the night.
“I don’t want to alarm you or anything… but I’m in labor.” She replied calmly, not wanting to worry him.
He got out of bed immediately. “You feeling okay?” He asked with wide eyes.
“Yeah… but I just counted 4 contractions in the last hour so we should go…”
“The last hour? Why didn’t you wake me up?” He questioned, quickly putting some clothes on.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll be unbearable in a while so I wanted for you to rest before that…” She answered shrugging. “Are you ready to be a dad?” She then asked smiling.
He kissed her softly, gently rubbing his hand on her belly. “I can’t wait to meet her.” He replied with a big smile.
A few hours later. Day 1146.
“C’mon Y/N, one more push!” The obstetrician asked, for the hundredth time.
Man, she sounded like a broken record! Y/N was too tired to even listen to her…
She was covered in sweat and exhausted. “I need a break…” She sighed, but then another contraction came and she had to push again. Damn contractions! They won’t give you the time to catch a breath! “You can enjoy this baby, because is the only one you gonna have!” She angrily said to Dean, panting from her efforts.
“Anything you want…” He replied nodding, not feeling his hand anymore for how strongly she was squeezing it. He didn’t mind at all, it was nothing in comparison to what his wife was experiencing.
“I won’t have sex with you ever again!” Y/N stated loudly, after a terrible contraction. God, she felt like they were tearing her apart!
But then she heard crying and she forgot all that pain; she forgot everything, focusing on that beautiful sound and on Dean’s hand in hers.
“I’m so proud of you.” He stated, kissing her forehead, filled with a thousand emotions: excitement, love, fear, proudness…
“Who wants to hold her first?” One of the nurses asked, wrapping the baby in a small blanket.
“You go first.” Y/N immediately said to her husband. “Go on…” She continued smiling, noticing his surprised expression.
The nurse though, not giving him any time to act, put the baby in his arms. His heart doubled his dimension, because unable to contain all the love that he was feeling. “Hi…” He greeted his daughter sweetly, while happy tears were leaving his eyes.
Y/N couldn’t help but to cry; her husband holding her daughter, looking so happy, was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. That’s when she decided that one wasn’t going to be her only baby and she wasn’t…
They had two more, creating that family that she had wanted, since the moment she had met her niece.
Y/N and Dean spent many, many years together… they bought the dandelion field and built a house there, next to the large tree, making that place perfect, spotless and happy again.
disclosure though, I think their life together started way before Day 1…
10 years and 5 months before Day 1.
“Man, this is karma! I shouldn’t have stolen that candy when I was five…” Y/N stated, when a few books fell down from her locker.
“You stole a candy when you were five?” Dean asked, closing his adjacent locker and looking at her, knowing for certain he had never seen her before.
“Did I just said that out loud?” She asked frowning, grabbing her books from the floor. “I usually keep my thoughts to myself, sorry…”
“Was it a good candy?” Dean inquired of her and she noticed how green his eyes were. They were beautiful.
“Actually yeah… really good.” She nodded, pensive.
“Then screw karma…” He shrugged, smirking.
“You know what, you kinda have a point.” She admitted, looking at the all thing with different eyes.
“You’re new, aren’t you?” Dean asked, not able to keep his thoughts to himself. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen you before.”
“Yeah, I just moved here for my senior year…” She answered. “Actually, can you point me to the history class? People keep sending me in the wrong place… Or maybe it’s just my bad sense of direction…” She continued shrugging.
“I’ll walk you there… I got history too.” He replied, wanting to know more about her.
“Thank you.” She said smiling and his heart accelerated a bit, preparing itself to realize for the first time what love was.
Since that very day, in front of their adjacent lockers, their life together started and it was a very long one.
They had 19,710 days together to be exact.
Y/N was the first one to go, dying in her sleep; it was a good way to die at her age but she left Dean behind.
He lived for 4 months before reaching her and every morning, in those 119 days he spent alone, he would wake up, pick a dandelion from the field in front of his house and he would bring it to her. He would sit in front of her grave and talk for hours about their past, since there was no future anymore.
Those were by far the worst days of his life because, after a lifetime together, he wasn’t able to see her and her smile anymore.
When he died, he was buried next to her. Their children made sure of that.
To tell you the truth the gardener that works in that cemetery is still pretty pissed because, no matter how much he tried, he never managed to remove the dandelions that were circling their graves.
A few times he succeeded in his intent but eventually they would come back.
At the end he just gave up, deciding there was something beautiful about those flowers.
And there was.
Those flowers were a promise of faithfulness and happiness…
A promise Dean had kept.