Summary: Dean deals with the aftermath of the letter that changed his life.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (very briefly, also mentioned), Jo Harvelle (very briefly),
Benny Lafitte, Leslie (OFC, only mentioned), John Winchester and Marry Winchester (only mentioned), Bobby Singer (very briefly mentioned), Lexie (OFC), Lisa Braeden (mentioned)
Word count: 6065
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Another letter (way shorter though, I promise). Mentions of an almost-fatal car accident and death of a parent. There are a few more warnings but I don’t want to ruin the story for anyone so look at the tags in the end if you want. :)
Author’s Notes: Wow. So here it is. The second part to “The Promise”. I’m sorry this took me so long, guys, but I fell in love with the first part and I wanted to do this story justice (also, life has been kind of crazy lately). Anyway, I’d really like to thank all of you for the love and support you’ve shown for this fic. It means the world to me and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed working on it.
“Where are we going?” Y/N breathed out, her hand in
Dean’s, a bright smile gracing her beautiful features as they ran together,
twigs and branches scratching their skin, trying to slow them down.
The corners of his lips quirked up in a cheeky smirk.
It was hard to believe, really, but life had been good
to him lately. They were almost ready to graduate, Y/N had gotten accepted into
Columbia and, with his dad and Bobby’s help he’d be able to follow her to New
York and start working as a mechanic like he’d always wanted.
And, thank God, she was
doing better. The days she’d spent laying on a hospital bed, wounded and
bruised, were long gone and she was happy and lively once more, had that spark
in her eyes that made him fall in love with her all over again.
“You’ll see.” He winked, giving her hand a squeeze for
“But the other guys, they’re going to-”
“Don’t worry ‘bout them. They’re too busy to notice
I had barely slept through the night. My mind was preoccupied thinking about Harry, stuck between acute embarrassment and intense desire. There was a constant back and forth in my brain where I’d see the lustful way Harry had eyed me for sixty minutes straight and then my vision would swim and I’d be back on the studio floor, concerned faces surrounding me. I couldn’t believe I had fucking fainted. There was no doubt I would have gotten laid, probably had some of the best sex of my life, last night had I not passed out. Harry all but confirmed it as he left me in the locker room, admitting that he enjoyed watching me. Had I not been a complete idiot and hydrated better, I wouldn’t have been in the showers alone after class.
“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?” ❤️
Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it!❤️and thank you for the prompt!!
Set in the early stages of their romantic relationship!
“So you’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?” Ben couldn’t hold back a lopsided smile, he was dating the biggest goofball.
All Leslie did was squeak back in a whisper, “I’m not coming out either.”
Ben quirked and eyebrow before scooting farther down the couch, until he was right beside the Leslie shaped bundle covered in a giant hand made quilt depicting Mount Rushmore.
Ever so carefully Ben wrapped his arms around Leslie and dragged her into his lap, knocking the quilt off her head in the process. Leslie clamored for the blanket but was stopped when Ben’s fingers found her sides and started tickling her.
“BEN!!” Leslie was shrieking between loud fits of laughter, limbs flailing in ever direction as she tried to catch her breath. Ben chuckled and released her, but not before peppering her face with soft kisses.
Leslie swatted at Ben’s arm in mock anger, “Jerk.”
Ben booped Leslie’s nose, “Goofball.” Ben hesitated for a brief moment before asking, “So are you going to tell me why you were blushing under a blanket or will I just be left here to wonder for the rest of my life?”
No sooner had the remark left his mouth and Leslie felt her cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. And then her eyebrows crinkle together in confusion, “Wait, didn’t you- didn’t you hear what I said?”
Ben’s fingers began tracing imaginary patterns on her arm as he stared down at her with his usual goofy-lopsided-grin. “I heard what you said.”
Leslie’s jaw dropped slightly as her words stumbled out in uncertainty, “I- what? You’re so calm though- are you sure? I don’t know if you really super heard me I mean-”
“Oh no, I super heard what you said.” Ben kissed the corner of her mouth and rested his forehead against hers. “And I agree, completely.”
Leslie blinked, slightly stunned from her boyfriend’s very calm and casual reaction to the random thought she’d let slip in the middle of watching The Princess Bride. They’d been dating just over a month. Living in a wonderful world of sneaking around cuddles and nicknames and amazing back rubs and hand holding in Ann’s office. Everything was still so new and fresh. Too soon and too new to discuss serious things.
And yet there they had been. Leslie curled up against Ben, drinking hot cocoa, despite the fact that it was over 80° outside, watching The Princess Bride. And Leslie may have (definitely) said out loud and not in her head that, “when we have kids we should name one of them Wesley.”
She felt Ben stiffen for just a split second as her eyes widened in realization to what she just said. They hadn’t even been dating for two months and she was already talking about kids and baby names and using the pronoun we.
So naturally Leslie had crawled under the blanket. What else was she supposed to do? Talk about the fact that she was jumping into her relationship with her secret boyfriend who happened to be her boss way to quickly? Nope. No way. That wasn’t happening.
But Ben didn’t look nervous or weirded out or even slightly freaked out by her comment. In fact, he was looking at her with that “you’re more important to me than the sun and air” smile. Which was definitely unexpected.
Leslie shook her heads in a pointless attempt to clear her thoughts, “I- Uh, we’ve only been dating for 6 weeks.” Ben nodded. “And we, well I- I just said when we have kids-”
Ben nodded again as he interrupted, “and I said I completely agree. I think Wesley would be a perfect name for one of our kids.”
Leslie’s heart swelled and she willed her eyes not to cry. He didn’t just agree, Ben completely agreed. And somehow that made everything even sweeter. Leslie bit her lip as a grin crept across her face, “One of our kids?”
This time it was Ben’s turn to blush, his spare hand running through his hair from minor embarrassment. “Well, I mean- yeah. One of them. I didn’t think you’d be the kind of person to stop at just one. I’m sure you probably want to give birth to like one third of the Supreme Court or something.”
Leslie couldn’t suppress her smile. Her ridiculously attractive and sweet and nerdy and crazy super genius boyfriend wanted to have more than one kid with her. Leslie wrapped her arms around Ben’s neck and let her lips slide against his. Whispering between the soft pecks, “You want to have kids with me?”
She could feel Ben’s smile against her lips as he nodded, “I mean not right now, obviously, considering we can’t be seen in public together without the risk of losing our jobs, but someday yeah. I would like to very much.”
Leslie didn’t know if Ben was planning on continuing his perfect sentimental comment, she was too busy kissing him with more ferocity then Ben had felt in the past 6 weeks. When she pulled away to take a breath Ben was brushing her hair out of her face and whispered, “You’re not getting rid of me Knope.”
“Good,” Leslie thought to herself, “I never want to.”