“Daddy’s comin’ buddy!” Dean called out to Noah, who had been crying for about 5 solid minutes with no signs of stopping. “I’m getting your bottle, alright? I’m comin!”
Dean made his way down the hall, surprised when the cries started to stop, being replaced with tiny giggles. He swung the door to Noah’s room open gently and froze in terror, seeing a semi transparent figure bent over the crib. “Get away from my son!”
“Dean.” You jumped back, startled at the intrusion. You’d always been so careful, never letting him catch you before. You always showed up when Noah needed someone and Dean or Sam couldn’t get to him right away. You spent every single night in his room, soothing him to sleep so Dean and Sam could sleep through the night uninterrupted. In that moment all you could think to do was run, and that’s exactly what you did, running past Dean and heading for the door of the bunker.
“Y/N?” Dean whispered, tears forming in his eyes. He spun quickly, leaving Noah’s bottle forgotten on the table in his room. “Y/N, stop!”
He found you at the door to the bunker, realizing that you couldn’t leave. You were attached. “Shit.” You muttered, opening the door and trying to leave, being stopped by some kind of invisible wall.
“How long?” Dean questioned. You slowly turned around and walked back down the stairs, staring down at the floor, away from him. “How long have you been here?”
“Since the hospital.” You murmured. “Since you -” You cut yourself off, shaking your head and walking away. Dean reached out, able to grip your shoulder and turn you around.
“You can say it, you are not wrong.” He looked at you sadly. “Go ahead.”
“What did you think I was gonna say?”
“Ever since I killed you.” Dean sobbed. “Y/N I’m so sorry.” Dean pulled you to him, holding you tight to his chest. “This is all my fault.”
“It was an accident.” You murmured. “I was gonna say ever since you chose to save our son.”
“Noah.” Dean suddenly remembered, wiping his eyes. “He needs his bottle. Come on.” You followed Dean back into Noah’s room and Dean handed you the bottle. “Do you want to?”
“Yeah.” You nodded and made your way to the crib, lifting your son and cradling him in your arms. You sat down in the glider and started to feed him, rocking him gently to get him back to sleep. “Mommy’s here, baby boy.” Noah cuddled right up to you, like he’d known you for his whole three months of life, which he really did.
“He loves you.” Dean smiled. “He’s a good little guy. Sleeps through the night. When he cries he calms himself down before Sam and I even come for him.” You looked up at Dean and saw the realization dawn on him. “You’ve been with him the whole time, haven’t you?”
“You take care of him all day. I figure I can give you nights off.” You shrugged.
You both sat in silence after that, Dean watching you with sad eyes as you ran your cold hand over your son’s forehead, lulling him to sleep. “Y/N…you…you know you can’t stay. You know what happens to spirits…”
“No.” You snapped. “You can’t send me away, Dean. I won’t let you.”
“You think I want that?” Dean questioned, a tear sliding down his cheek. “You think I want my son to grow up without his mother? You think I want to explain to him what I did to you? You think I don’t want you here? I just…it always ends the same way.”
“Not this time.” You shook your head. “I’m not angry. I’m not vengeful. I won’t be. I have everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“They all say that, Y/N/N.” Dean murmured. “What are you attached to? I won’t do anything tonight. We’ll talk about it, I promise you. I just…I need to know.”
“No.” You glared at Dean, completely unwavering. “We’re not gonna talk about it. It can’t happen.” Instinctively, you clutched your son tighter to your chest, a move that did not go unnoticed by Dean.
“No.” Dean shook his head, staring down at Noah. “You’re attached to Noah?”
You nodded sadly, holding back your own tears. “You can’t ever put me to rest, Dean. You’d have to kill our son.”
Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
The next few minutes were a blur of me screaming expletives
shrilly at Steve. “STEVEN FUCKING GRANT ROGERS – YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled as
I punched him in the arm.
“Hey! We could wreck! Maybe take it out on me later?” he
asked as he rolled his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked – trying to keep my voice
level and failing miserably.
He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Look – I’ve known Buck
for a long time. He’s miserable without you, but he thinks you’re better off
without him. He was driving himself crazy about it but refused to even listen
to Tony when he said he knew where you were. He’s stubborn – there’s just no
way around it,” he explained defensively – keeping an eye on me to make sure no
further punches were in his immediate future.
“So… so he has no idea I’m coming?” I asked nervously as I
chewed on my bottom lip.
“No,” Steve responded matter-of-factly. “But I can assure
you he will be relieved when he sees you,” he added.
“Steve, pull over for a second,” I choked out as pure panic
“Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t drive!” he whined.
“Pull over!” I yelled. The urgency in my voice finally
prompted him to oblige. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and
ran into the nearby field where I promptly fell to my knees and vomited. I
wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand as I rose unsteadily to my
feet. So Bucky didn’t initiate this. He hadn’t even tried. His best friend was
fighting for me and he wasn’t even trying. As I trudged back to the car I
wished that I had never agreed to come back. I was better off alone.
“Are you okay?” Steve asked quietly as I climbed back into
my seat and closed the door behind me.
“Why didn’t you tell me Steve?” I asked as tears pricked at
the corners of my eyes.
He was quiet for a moment before he turned to me. “Because I
knew you would never come back if I told you. What kind of friend would I be to
either of you if I sat by idly and let you both ruin this?” When I looked into
his eyes I knew that he meant it. He wanted so desperately for things to be
fixed, but for some reason I doubted it would ever happen. I smiled at him
weakly as he pulled the car back onto the interstate. The sudden feeling of
panic had completely drained my energy. I resolved myself to finally lay my
head back down on my makeshift pillow and close my eyes wearily. Within minutes
I had fallen fast asleep.
“Y/N,” Steve whispered as he shook me softly. I grunted in reply.
Why was he being so persistent in trying to wake me up? I just wanted to sleep
a little longer.
“Go away,” I muttered grumpily as I tried to shoo his hands
away from my arm.
“We’re here,” he finally said out of exasperation. This
caused me to wake fully with a start.
“Oh,” I muttered nervously as I looked around the parking
garage of Stark Tower. Bucky’s motorcycle was parked two spaces down – my heart
almost jumped through my chest when I saw it.
“I’ll get your bags,” Steve responded as I exited the car.
The elevator ride was mostly quiet. Even after the nearly four-hour
nap I had taken on the way to the tower I was exhausted. More than anything I
wanted to escape to my room, take a long hot shower, and rest. The idea of
seeing Bucky after the long drive was exhausting within itself. As the elevator
doors opened we were greeted with laughter from the common room.
“Yo! Y/N!” Sam yelled from the couch – waving at me. “How
was your vacation?” I smiled warmly at him and saw Tony turn to face me from
one of the many chairs in the room. He offered me a small wink of hello. He had
kept up the façade for me, god bless him, no one but those involved knew.
“It was great Sam, thanks,” I managed to respond back
“Who are you talking to?” Bucky called to Sam as he walked
out of the kitchen – Natasha following closely behind. Sam didn’t have time to
respond before Bucky’s eyes found me – the plate of food he had been carrying
fell to the floor and shattered.
“Hi Buck,” I responded quietly, averting my eyes from him.
“Dude, what the fuck? You need help carrying your food
around, grandpa?” Sam chastised as Bucky scrambled to the floor to carefully pick
up the shards of glass and food that now littered it. It gave me an easy out.
“Well the drive was exhausting so I’m… erm… gonna head to my
room to rest for awhile. I’ll be up in a few hours,” I muttered as I turned on
my heel and fled towards the hallway that led to our rooms.
“Don’t forget – team dinner and meeting at seven!” Tony
called casually behind me. I sighed as I neared my door— It wasn’t going to be
easy to hideout in my room after all.
“Are you okay?” Steve whispered as he closed the door to my
room behind him.
“Um.. yeah… I think so,” I responded lamely as I shifted
uneasily. The sight of Nat being so close to Bucky made me want to scream. “I think I’m just going to take a shower and
sleep for a few more hours. I feel exhausted,” I muttered.
“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure
you’re up for the meeting.” Steve smiled warmly at me as he opened the door.
“Will you lock the door before you close it, please?” He
smiled sadly before turning the lock and closing the door behind him.
I sighed shakily as I sat on the corner of my bed. The last
night I had spent in this room had been with Bucky and things had been so
perfect. Now everything was all twisted up, and I didn’t know if there was a
way to fix it. I pushed off the bed and headed to the shower – determined that
it was exactly what I needed.
“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” I could hear
Steve’s raised voice through the wall. Dinner was less than an hour away so I grudgingly
opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Since Bucky’s room shared a wall with
mine it was impossible to not hear the conversation that was unfolding on the
“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky responded gruffly.
“How about you try better than that?” Steve had hidden his
anger pretty well for me, but he wasn’t holding back on his friend. It was the
maddest I had ever heard him.
“Listen, I was lonely. You know what that’s like, right? She
was there, and it was just a casual thing. It happened a few times… I know I
shouldn’t have let it, but it did. I knew it was wrong so I ended it.”
“And then you did the same thing to Y/N?” Steve asked
“It… No. I know it looks the same, but it isn’t. She’s
different. It’s different with her. Well… it was different with her,” he added
“This is your mess, Buck. You better make it right with
her,” Steve added before the slam of Bucky’s door rattled the wall.
There was a gentle knock at my door that caused me to shoot
up out of the bed. “Who is it?” I asked nervously.
“It’s me,” Steve’s voice replied softly from the other side
of the door. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” I called as I grabbed a zip up sweater and put it on
absentmindedly. I opened the door and could immediately feel the tension
rolling off of Steve.
“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.
“Yeah, let’s get to dinner,” he responded as I followed him
out of the room.
A/N: (LOOK AT THIS PUN!) This takes place after 12x09, no spoilers though! I hope you all enjoy this little love story :) My tags lists are opened! Send me an ask if you want to be added!
Dean x Reader
Story: Y/N is Sam and Dean’s barber in Lebanon, Kansas. (That’s all you need to know)
Warnings: language and smut
You sighed, looking at the clock above the mirrored wall of your salon, knowing the end of the day had arrived too soon. Again.
“You can go home Nadine” you signed to your employee, the brunette giving you a gentle smile as she walked at the back of the shop and grabbed her belongings.
“Thanks Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow”
You nodded and waved quickly before you started again your closing tasks, pretty sure no more customers would walk in at that time of the day. Not that you would refuse to get a quick haircut done since you were in no hurry to go home. No hurry simply because your apartment was just above your salon.