Never Really Moved On
Title: Never Really Moved On
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: After months without Dean by your side, you had a nightmare where he was killed. Out of fear, you called him. (Loosely based off of Hinder’s Lips of an Angel)
Word Count: 1,244
A/N: I haven’t written as much as I would like to because the spark sort of disappeared. I apologize if it is evident in my writing. Either way, I hope you enjoy a rekindling love between you and Dean.
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As Dean tossed and turned in his bed, his phone began to ring. With furrowed brows, he picked his phone up from the bedside table and glanced at the name. His heart instantly clenched in his chest. (Y/N). The love of his life and the one that got away from him and even the hunting life. After five months away from him, you decided to pick up the phone and dial his number. Dean debated whether or not he should answer the phone and if it was worth the pain. Before his brain could fully understand the situation, he answered the call and put the phone against his ear.
“Dean,” you whispered with a sigh of relief. You fell back into your bed, squeezing your eyes shut. Tears fell as beads of sweat rolled down your forehead. You tried evening out your breath, telling yourself to inhale and exhale. He was fine. For months, you had dreams about Dean - hell, amazing dreams about Dean. Dreams where the two of you were happy and making a family. Dreams that Dean was inevitably having as well. The normal dreams you had of a happy ending with Dean turned into the opposite. You awoke in absolute terror after the nightmare you had. A nightmare that would’ve been reality if you continued to work with the Winchesters. Dean was killed in a hunt that you discovered. The mourning and grief you felt in the dream was something you never wanted to experience. You never wanted Sam to experience that either, knowing all too well how Sam would end up without his brother beside him everyday.
And Dean had dreams about you every night. He dreamed of the two of you in a little home by where he grew up with two baby (Y/N)’s running around. He even had dreams where the two of you bought a dog together. He dreamed that the two of you never had doubts in each other. He cleared his throat and combed his through his hair with clammy fingers. “Hey, sweetheart. Is everything okay?”
Your heart pattered quickly in your chest as you wiped your eyes with the back of your shaking hand. His words immediately soothed you, like they always had. “I-I’m fine. I just got scared. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” You knew he could hear the worry in your voice, it was incredibly obvious. You were always so obvious with your feelings. Maybe that was one of the reasons why the relationship never worked. His feelings were never noticeable while people could see how you felt in one glance.
Dean’s lips quivered as he noticed the panic laced in your words. He stood and pulled on a pair of jeans. “I’m alright, sweetheart. But are you? Really, don’t lie to me. I’ll know if you lie to me (Y/N).” He quietly opened his door and walked toward the kitchen. He was tempted to go to your house thirty minutes away and make sure you were alright but he knew that wouldn’t be what you wanted.
“I miss you, Dean.” You whispered, not knowing if he heard it or not. With a small sigh, you lifted yourself off of the bed and walked to your living room, sitting on the couch that faced the window. You imagined a black Chevrolet Impala pulling up and the love of your life walking to your door. You closed your eyes for a few seconds and when you had the strength to open them again, he was gone.
Dean was shocked when he heard your words. He knew that you didn’t want him to hear you but he did. Hearing his name come from your lips gave him feelings he had only felt while with you. He walked over to the library and picked up a picture frame. Under the glass was a photo of you and him completely in love. That day was the best of his life. He held you right on the hood of the Impala. He remembered whispering “feels great to be here with both of my babies” to you. A laugh bubbled up from your lips as you playfully slapped his chest. Sam came out of the gas station that you were parked in front of and smiled, knowing all too well that you two were meant to be. He saw himself with Jess whenever he was around you. He didn’t hesitate to pull out his phone and snap a picture of the scene. Later that night, he showed it to Dean. Dean’s heart felt heavy as he set the frame down. “I miss you too, baby.”
The corners of your lips lifted into a smile as you glanced over at the same picture Dean was looking at moments before. “I-I know that I said I needed to be out of the life with you. Forever. But I can’t. I can’t because I need you in my life and I am sick of trying to act like I was never a part of it. You know how hard it is to have a conversation without somehow bringing you up? I can’t even look at most things without thinking of you. It’s so hard Dean. I guess I never really moved on. And I never will.”
With those words, Dean threw on his boots and grabbed his keys. He stormed out of the bunker and ran to his Baby, rain falling heavily as the Impala roared to life. For thirty minutes, he kept you talking. He explained to you that he felt the same damn way. He told you how Sam urged him to go see you everyday and that Sam wanted him to patch things up with you. As he pulled up to your little house, he let out a shaky breath.
“I-I don’t know what to do, Dean. I’m so lost.” You heaved and bit at your lip, trying to keep tears from falling. Without Dean, you became so emotional. You were never one to cry until you packed up your bags and drove away from the two people that meant the most to you. Just as you felt a trail of tears fall down your cheeks, the doorbell rang. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you glanced at the window, seeing the Impala in front of your home. The phone slipped through your fingers as a gasp fell from your lips. Before even thinking, you sprang up from the couch and raced to the door, throwing it open.
Dean smiled shyly at you, his eyes full of hope. His sandy blonde hair was sticking to his forehead as he stood in the pouring rain. His plump pink lips jutted out as you let him into your home. He couldn’t help but glance at your lips and then back up at your eyes, wanting to remember how his lips felt on yours.
Suddenly, your arms were wrapped around his neck and his lips were harshly pressed against yours. His hands cupped your cheeks as you pulled him close, missing the feeling of him against you. Your body shivered in delight as his lips wandered down your neck.
When Dean pulled away to look at you, your hands knotted fists in his white shirt and pulled him closer. His breath fanned against your lips as you smiled. “I love you so much.” He whispered.
And with those words, you knew he’d never leave you.