Friends after all - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 34 (Fake boyfriend/Neighbour AU) - The End
Title: Friends after all
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader
Word count: … (I refuse)
Warnings: Suicide attempt (I need to warn about this), Angst
Summary: AU. Dean Winchester. Mechanic. Neighbour. Best friend. Single father. And fake boyfriend? You babysit his daughter. You’ve known him for years and you’ve been really close. Everything will be put to test though when your sister’s wedding approaches and he has the brilliant idea of pretending to be your boyfriend. Nobody would have ever thought of the result. Certainly not you.
Friendly advice: READ. TILL. THE. END. Or at least half of it, till the other gifs. You can have your story end there too, if you want to.
“It was Dean, he was in a car accident. He’s at the hospital (Y/n).”
The words kept swimming in your mind, Sam’s voice echoing inside your head, as you took step after step. You looked like you would pass out any given moment and you honestly didn’t feel any much better. If you even felt anything after this. You were literally numb on the inside, feeling dull. Your head felt so light as if you had lost all of your abilities to think of anything in general. And then there was that pain at the back and front of your head that made you squint your eyes. You literally dragged your feet, your head bowed down all the time as you gripped onto Sam’s arm.
It didn’t take much for both you and him to each your destination. You took in a breath but it was shaky. You clenched your jaw and gripped onto Sam’s arm. His eyes casted down at you- his red eyes that matched yours. He tried to give you a smile but failed miserably. He moved his arms to wrap them around you, giving you a squeeze. Your hands gripped his jacket tightly in your fists as even more tears rolled down your cheeks, just when you thought you were dry there they were.
A small sob left your lips despite how you clenched your teeth. All you wanted to do was bury your face in Sam’s chest and cry for hours- wait you had already done that when you found out the truth. A trembling sigh left Sam’s lips as he pressed a kiss on your forehead, soon pursing his lips to keep his sobs at bay. He rested his forehead on the side of your head before his eyes casted down at… the tombstone.
The light breeze made goosebumps form all over your skin, making you feel something for the first time in days after that dreadful night. It still made you wonder how you could still walk, hell even stand. But for that maybe you had to thank Sam for his support. You had been clinging onto each other for dear life these days, the both of you acting like walking dead. After you had tried to keep him from drowning himself in alcohol you had tried to pull yourself from the abyss you were falling in after… his death.
The pain could not compare to anything you’d ever felt before and at that moment you wished so bad he was alive and going out with whatever whore he wanted instead of… this. You brushed away the tears and clenched your teeth. You weren’t going to break, not now and not when Mary was standing right next to you. You glanced up at Sam to see his eyes were watery and slightly red but he was keeping himself from crying for probably the same reason.
You sniffled, letting your one hand move from Sam to the little girl’s head. She still couldn’t comprehend what was happening but at least after all the tears she’d shed she wasn’t crying anymore. She held some flowers in her tiny hands and slowly took a few steps forward to place them down next to the ones you had brought a few days ago. When she had asked you just yesterday she wanted to visit her father you and Sam had both stiffened. But just taking a look into her big green eyes that were identical to her father’s you found yourselves unable to say no to her.
“I miss you daddy.” she whispered and you bit your lower lip.
Summary: You look exactly like the princess of Genieve who is promised to marry the prince of your country, Prince Dean. But what happens if the princess doesn’t want to marry him and meets you, her look-a-like?
Warnings: none, except some swear words (the usual basically)
So my computer crashed for no reason and I lost a big part of this chapter which explains why it’s posted a little later than planned. But it’s finally here!!! And we’re already at chapter 5! I’m so excited!
I’m going to warn you in advance: chapter 6 might take a little longer to get posted since I won’t have that much time to write next week and I have a couple of challenge fics to write as well.
Unfortunately I’m going to be closing the tags for this series (not my forever tag list) because it takes me so long to click all of your names and activate the tags. I’m sorry!
Feedback is very much appreciated and I hope y’all enjoy! P.S. I hope my tags are working, if not, please tell me :)
Leaves rustled and swished and birds were chirping as you walked next to the Prince. Your hands brushed against each other and Dean laced his fingers through yours. You strolled through the park together in silence. Smiling at the man next to you, you continued your way, enjoying the peace and quiet of the moment. When you leaned a little closer to your date, he squeezed your hand, whispering your name.
“Wake up, Y/N,” he smirked, his voice a little higher and more feminine than you remembered.
“Wake up, Y/N,” you heard that voice call out for you again. Slowly the comfort of sleep was pulled away, your foggy mind clearing up, taking in your surroundings. Right, you were the Princess of Genieve for the week. You grunted as you snuggled back down and tried to block out any noises. It was too early to wake up!
“Y/N, seriously. We are trying to be civilized here but if you don’t respond we’ll kick you out of bed,” Jo’s words boomed through the room.
“Fine!” you growled back, apparently giving them permission to barge through the doors and drag you out of bed anyway. “What time is it anyway?” you yawned while you rubbed the grains out of your eyes. You wanted to go back to sleep and get back to your dream. You didn’t remember what story your mind came up with, but you recalled a happy and warm fuzzy feeling. It was a nice dream, that’s for sure.
“6:30,” Charlie smiled as she pulled you from your thoughts and pushed you towards the bathroom.
“What?! That’s not an hour a princess should wake up at! Doesn’t Ellie sleep in or something? This is inhumane,” you scowled annoyed. 6:30, my ass, you thought.
Imagine meeting Jensen while on the set of Devour and you fall in love with him. You don't say a thing and years later when you get casted to be in Supernatural, you find out he felt the same. However, things have changed.
A/N: I would so love to see this get written. I mean sure I would probably write it myself too (I am defintiely doing more Devour imagines) but seeing it from others, the unexpected and such, is different. Just imagine all those moments with young Jensen on set! Aw!
“Wow I surely can’t say you haven’t changed.” you breathed out and a small chuckle left his lips, none of you noticing how you were shaking hands for longer than you should.
“I will definitely say the same for you.” he grinned the same smile that now just had a few more wrinkles to it “Where the hell is the awkward girl I met back then?”
“Just where the weird lad I came across years I agowent, I suppose.” you giggled and he shrugged.
“It’s been quiet long. More than ten years, but I cannot say time didn’t do you justice.” he smirked slightly and you giggled.
“That’s the Jensen I know. Well, I will definitely say the same thing about you Mr Ackles.” you almost missed the warmth of his hand when you let go.
“Hey, so how about you let me give you a tour of the place and we can catch up on what’s been going on huh?”
“Sounds like a plan Jenny.” you winked and he let out a fake groan.
“Gosh just when I thought you had forgotten about it!” he put a hand over his chest and you giggled more.
“Never!” you exclaimed walking up ahead as Jensen only shook his head with a smile, a warm feeling he knew all to wellbut had missed started spreading through his chest.