So, some of you might recall a little while ago when I raged about loosing a oneshot on tumblr to a computer glitch? Yeah, this is that one shot redone. Maybe not as good as the original, but I think you’ll like it.
I was listening to the song Let Her Go, and thinking how it reminded me of Dean. That sounds strange, but bear with me. It seemed like the kind of thing Dean would feel/act like after breaking up with a girl for her own safety. That got me thinking, and it resulted in this! This is only part one, I’ll probably continue with the story as I’m enjoying it immensely.
I sent this as an imagine to imaginethatsupernatural, but I don’t think it got thru. :P But seriously peeps, CHECK HER OUT!!
And don’t forget to click the link for the song - it’s a Supernatural edit, and it’s REALLY well done. I LOVE it.
Reader Gender: Female
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count (aprox): 2780
Dean’s hands were tight on the steering wheel after an argument that neither man would ever recall. The tension in the silence only grew, and eventually Dean saw Sam turn on the radio. It was a good plan - in theory. He and Dean had bonded over many a song (though they’d argued over an equal number). The end of an oldie rock song played, then a commercial for a company that no one would ever call. The next song played smoothly. The tune alone tensed Dean’s muscles. He knew this song. But he allowed it to play. He’d been wrong before. He didn’t think he was, but for the sake of fairness… He was so in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice his brother tapping his foot and fingers to the beat, a smile on his face.
"Well you only need the light when it’s burning low…“ The radio sang. But it couldn’t manage another syllable, because Dean reaches down, swiftly cutting it off with the press of a button. Sam frowns.
"Hey! I like that song!”
"Tough!“ Dean replies curtly, angry at his brother. He couldn’t understand his love of the song. Didn’t it remind him of his own relationships? Of Jessica? He couldn’t tell his brother why he really hated the song, because it reminded him too much of himself - and of you.
Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
You’d met Dean on a Hunt. Go figure.
You’d been tracking a witch as an undercover reporter. They’d come to interview you, and you’d assumed they were witches, or demons, or God knows what. The three of you had managed to figure out you were on the same side before you hacked them to pieces. Dean had thought you were cute from the start, but when you noticed him watching you, you convinced yourself you were crazy. Dean was so perfect, and you were so… not. Your eyes were much too round, your hips to wide, your limbs too long. Your eyes were this muddy, gross, dirty Y/E/C colour. And your hair was uncontrollable! A Y/H/C mess. You had no idea that those things never even crossed his mind. He saw how your hair sparked brilliantly in the sunlight. The deep emotions kept in check by deeper eyes. The elegance, and yet the naiveté in your walk. He looked at you sometimes, and you wanted to let yourself believe, but… You had pushed away any thought that gave yourself hope. You simply weren’t’ good enough. Then one day, Dean made a move on you.
The boys pulled into yet another terrible motel-but at least it had a shower. Sam decides it’s high time for a nap before searching for another case, and is asleep before his head hits the pillow. Dean, however, wasn’t tired, which is normal seeing as he was used to running on three, maybe four hours of sleep. Anything more was a luxury. Glad to finally have a running shower, he doesn’t hesitate to enter the bathroom and get the water running. But as his shirt is pulled off, his fingers trace your stitches and he freezes.
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
It was right after a particularly bad fight with a demon. The demon was nothing special. Your average joe. But you’d slipped up. The details were foggy from the pain, but it had ended in Dean with a rather large gash in his side. Sam had been knocked out, so he was saved from a whole lot of pain, but he was still out when the battle was over. Meaning, you and Dean had been forced to drag him back to the car. Well, you, really. Dean had started grunting from the pain, and you’d forced him to stop. Thankfully, you were close to the car at that point, and you shoved him into the backseat in a rather uncomfortable-looking position. Against Dean’s will, you pushed him into shotgun. He was in no condition to drive.
At the motel you hadn’t the strength to move poor Sammy again. You and Dean sulk inside, where his shirt comes off for you to look at the gash. You can’t help your wandering eyes, noticing his spectacular muscles. You got the sneaking suspicion Dean knows where your eyes are, and your mind darts back to his side. You can hear yourself in your head, telling you how stupid you are for even hoping that someone like Dean could like someone like you.
Thankfully, the first aid training kicked in, and all your attention was sharp as a needle on the red mess. Before you started you gave the poor man some alcohol to dull the pain. You could see him shrinking back still as your needle darted in and out expertly. Finishing as quickly as possible, you knot and cut the black thread. "Thanks…” Dean grunts, a finger tracing your stitches. “No problem…” You mutter, but deep inside something is gnawing at you, telling you it’s your fault you even had to do it. “Dean… I’m so sorry!” You don’t understand the confused look that follows. “What do you mean?” You avoid his questioning eyes, and your hands flail as you try to explain. “If I hadn’t been such an idiot you’d never have… Sam… I just… I can’t believe I-” He’s kissing you. That’s all your mind can process. In the space of a second, Dean Winchester’s mouth goes from a concerned frown to your lips. You’d always thought, in the back of your mind where only your subconscious could see it, that Dean would be a… fiercer kisser. But he was surprisingly gentle and tentative, like he didn’t want to break you. You hadn’t even realized his hands were cupping your face until he pulled away. His forehead leaned against your own, and you could feel his breath on your cheek. You were sure he could feel yours. You stayed like this a long time, the silence comfortable, until Dean says, “It wasn’t your fault.” This time it’s you who starts the kiss, and Dean doesn’t stop you. He’s fiercer this time, more passionate.
Suddenly, you hear the motel door open and a groaning Sam. “Ugh… couldn’t you guys have-” You’d jumped out of the kiss and away from Dean, a cherry blush covering your cheeks. You haven’t looked back at Dean. You swear you can see the ghost of a smile on Sam’s face. “Uh, were you guys…” He trails off because he can infer everything he wants from your faces. A grin breaks out on his face and he laughs. “What?!” You say defensively. He just shakes his head, his body still laughing. “Finally!”
The memory that had once been a sanctuary was now bittersweet, and Dean’s hands move quickly away from the old scar. This can’t stop the flow of memories, however, as much as he might wish it could. He eventually emerges from the shower with the most painful one on his mind.
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go
It was a sunny October day. Fates had gone against you, and October 31st you had a case. You were particularly upset about this, because you were at a contact’s house. A regular house, where the kids would visit in cute costumes and say ‘Trick or Treat!’. You hadn’t told Dean that Halloween was your favourite holiday, or that you were hoping to hand out candy tonight. You weren’t exactly sure why. Maybe because you didn’t want him to force you to stay behind to give out candies while they put their lives at risk. Which was something he might do, if he thought they could handle it. That was something you couldn’t allow. But you suspected he might have guesses already.
You and Dean had been dating for a few months now, something Dean was proud of. You knew about the fates of his ex’s. You honestly couldn’t care less. It was just you and Dean. He had been a great boyfriend, aside from the occasional fight over his safety, your safety, or pie. Sam was super supportive, often taking your side. Except about your safety, which was honestly infuriating. Often you got so pissed they were too scared what revenge you might plot if they didn’t let you come. Those arguments inevitably shrunk in numbers.
The case was a shapeshifter. On Halloween. The irony was clear. On Halloween you got your first solid lead to an old warehouse. The place was spooky, and you had to scoot off a few brave teens. The three of you split up, each taking a level. You got third floor, Sam got second and Dean got first. What you didn’t know until after was that the guys had found evidence they didn’t share. Convinced the case wasn’t pressing, since there were
only animal deaths and no human ones (weirdly), so Dean talked Sam into hiding the evidence. So the three of you left the place, you under the impression it was a dead end. That night, Sam and Dean told you there was no reason that you shouldn’t hand out candy with your friend. You’d squealed with joy, arms wrapping around Dean’s neck as he held you tight, happy he could do it for you. Sam and Dean headed to a bar to unwind, and you enjoyed the rest of the day with your friend, Elizabeth. “Oh, god!” You panicked, “I don’t have a costume!” So you set off to a costume store for the last minute pickings. Not much was left, but eventually a beautiful dress stuck out like a sore thumb. It turned out to be a set for an Athena costume, with the beautiful dress, Greek style sandals and a golden wreath headdress. It was perfect! Greek mythology was your favourite.
That night, the youngest came early. You see their parents down by the street, obviously hesitant about allowing the little ones to come to your door alone. No doubt they begged and pleaded the whole way there. The first group were two girls and a boy. One girl was dressed as a fairy, obviously, and a blue one at that. The boy was a bumblebee, the cutest you could ever see. And the second girl was dressed as the one and only spider man! You grinned at them. Shy, they said nothing a moment, and spider-girl looked back at her mother. Smiling encouragingly, she gestured for her to speak. “Trick or Treat!” She said loudly, and it made you grin even more. “Wow, I love your costumes, guys!” The boy nodded fiercely. “I’m a Bumblebee! The king bumblebee!” The girl jumps up and down, trying to overshadow her brother. “Well, I’m the fairy queen!” You nod. “I’m spiderman.” The last says shyly. She looks like the middle child. You smile warmly at her. “I can see that! Well, you guys are my first trick or treaters! Did you know that?” They shake their heads. “Guess what that means!” “What?! What?!” They beg. “You guys get extra candy!” They cheer as you drop said candy into their bags. “Thank you!” They chorus several times before leaving. You wave them off and shut the door. Your friend is giggling as you turn to face her sitting on the steps. “You know you can’t always do that, right?” You sigh. “Yeah…” She examines you a moment. “You’re really good with kids.” You sigh, sitting on the steps beside her. “I love kids. I want to have some someday, but… well, you know.” She looks at you curiously. “So get out of the life. Get a good job, like you said you would. You could still have a regular life, hon.” You shake your head. “No one gets out once they’re in. Demons come after you 'cause your vulnerable, or an old hunter contact needs you to bury a body, or…” You trail of, and a knock at the door pulls Elizabeth off the steps. Expecting a 'Trick or Treat!’, all you hear is a thud, and all you see is Liz’s head hit the floor before a tall, black figure knocks you out.
You wake up tied to a chair with rope. Thick stuff, too. The robed man from earlier had his back to you, but his hood was down and you could see dark hair. Elizabeth was tied beside you in a chair, though still out. The guy turns before you can come up with a plan. “Ah, good, you’re up. I was afraid I’d have to do some unpleasant things.” “What do you want?!” You demand. “I want to know about Sam and Dean Winchester.” You spit in his face and grin when it lands dead center. He raises a hand with a knife in it. “You’ve just chosen the hard way, darlin’.” Slowly, the knife drags across your face, from the corner of your mouth right to your ear. It’s going to leave a bad scar, and it takes every ounce of
self control you have left not to scream. Until he takes the knife and stabs it right through your ear. That’s when the screams let loose. The pain makes everything foggy, but you can recall the boys bursting in right after you screaming, and them exorcising the demon, then cutting the rope around you. You fall into Dean’s arms. “Oh, Y/N… Y/N, you okay? Talk to me!” The frantic voice pulls at you and you nod. “I’m okay…” You mutter weakly. “The hell you are!” That’s when you passed out.
You wake up alone. Well, not totally alone. You’re in a hospital bed, and a nurse is at your side. There’s no sight of Dean or Sam anywhere. “Oh, good, you’re up!” She exclaims. “Here, try to eat this.” You try to speak, to ask where Sam and Dean are, but your mouth feels strange. A hand goes up, and you feel the bandage covering the healing scar. There are stiches - you can feel them. You shake y our head at the food. The nurse nods sadly. “Well at least take this.” She hands you a folded note. “It’s from your brothers.” At first your brain doesn’t understand. But you realize it must be the boys - you had no family. The nurse whose tag read Mary leaves you in peace to open the thing.
I’m sure you’re wondering where we are right about now. We’re far, far away, I promise you. You can’t stay with us. Trust me, you’ll be happy one day when we’re dead from a demon. Sammy thinks I’m crazy, that being on our own means you might get targeted by more demons, but you haven’t known us long enough to be able to tell 'em much. Besides, I don’t think Crowley will send more after you - I made sure of it, and your safety. This is for the best, trust me. The more you’re around us, the bigger of a target you are, and if anything happened to you I couldn’t forgive myself. Maybe you could get out of the life. Go get a job. Find a man. Have lots of evil little munchkins. But whatever you do, don’t follow us.
Dean cringes, remembering that last note he’d left. He’d placed a hunter to watch you and had gotten a message a week about you for a month since. He was thankful he had, because the guy had stopped several demons already.
Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last
Dean’s glass was empty, and he didn’t have it in him to pour another. He could only watch the bottom of his glass, and think about how you’d have told him alcohol didn’t solve problems. He could imagine you in two lives - the one with him and Sam, on the road and laughing. Curled up on the couch with a book while Dean channel surfed. The other, where you had a kid, you had a husband, you didn’t need to hunt, to kill to survive. That one kept changing, though, swimming before his eyes until he could only see himself as your man. You and him, and daughter and a son, living in the suburbs. Smiling, brining your kids to a park on a hot summer day. He shook his head. It wasn’t possible.
But dreams come slow and they go so fast