dean winchester...

 In Need of You

Warnings: Mild Angst, Implied Depression. 

“What do you want me to say to you, Dean?” you whispered, casting your eyes down to your feet. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and repress yourself from tearing. You were failing miserably. You didn’t want Dean to see how weak you were. You never wanted him see you cry. 

  “What I want you to say? Sweetheart, I want you tell me what’s going on in the pretty little head of yours. I want you to trust me when I say that I’m here for you, every second of everyday. I want you to say that you’re not okay and I want you to tell me what I can do to make you feel better,” he started. You noticed his voice was higher than his normal deep and gruff grumble that came out. You nodded your head, not daring to meet his eyes.

  “I’m not okay,” you breathed out. You swallowed hard, your eyes flicking up to meet his face. You were met with his breathtaking green orbs, your heart fluttering in your chest. You couldn’t ruin this. You couldn’t ruin his life. “I just got scared of losing you. Seeing you covered in blood; it scares me sometimes.”

  “’m not going anywhere. It takes a hell of a lot more than a douchebag to kill Dean Winchester,” he assured you, placing his hand on your arm. “You already know that and you’ve seen me in worse conditions than this. Wanna try again?”

  A single tear slipped down your cheek and you weren’t nearly quick enough to wipe it away before Dean saw it. His hand came up to you face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away the tear. “I’m scared of losing you,” you choked out. “I’m scared to get close to you, and tell you everything. I’m scared to let you in.”

  “Sweetheart,” he frowned. “C’mere.”

  He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tightly to him, tucking you under his chin. God, it felt so good to be in his arms. Safe and warm; home. This is where you wanted to be. You wanted to be this close to him, to feel him beneath your fingertips. Nothing bad could happen to either of you if you held each other like this. 

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Impala67 - Part 1

Summary: Dean comes across the reader on a dating website. She’s the one who got away and it leads him towards a stupid decision.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: There will be a part 2 :)

Dean’s eager eyes scan the endless photos of women displayed on his screen. Using a dating website is a first for the ladies man, usually he prefers to meet girls the old fashion way.

It’s always a thrill to set his sights on a beautiful woman at the local watering hole. And his ability to charm and attract said woman will always come with ease.

But lately it’s all just become so mundane, the chase turning into nothing but a chore. The random fucks in his Impala have gone stale and his usual patience has now worn thin.

Dean aka Impala67 peruses a few profiles but honestly his heart just isn’t in it. His pickiness proving to make this process more difficult. There’s almost too much information being offered about each woman.

With a flick of his wrist, Dean’s scrolling further down the page until a certain profile makes his mouth drop. The incredible woman he’s gawking at right now is you.

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