Gold, part II
Read part I here
Summary: Reader is selectively mute, but she can only watch Dean suffer for so long before speaking up.
Warnings: Mentions of the murder of reader’s parents.
AN: You guys asked for a second part! Well here it is! I’ll write a part 3 too, hopefully!
That night you barely got any sleep. As you laid on your bed you thought about it what happened at the war room. You spoke for the first time in 5 years. You were so sure you would never talk again. And if you did, it wouldn’t be that easy. Well, it wasn’t exactly easy, but it wasn’t hard as you thought it would. You imagined the first thing to come out of your mouth would be an incoherent noise, not a speech about beauty and a Chinese tradition!
You were selectively mute, after all. You could talk, you just chose not to. But the trauma, the memories of the demons holding you down and telling you to keep quiet or your family would die still haunted you. They became your inner demons, killing your words before they reached your mouth. What good did it do? Your family was dead anyway.
But it cheered up Dean, which was the only thing that mattered. Dean was worth it…
You weren’t about to fool yourself. Nothing would ever happen between you and Dean. You were too broken, and you knew him too well to get your hopes up. He was flirty, hitting on every pretty girl that crossed paths with him, and you knew he would never settle down. He mentioned more than once how his life would end at the edge of a blade or barrel of a gun. He just wasn’t meant to have a partner.
Still, you hated seeing him sad. You had to say something! You knew it wasn’t much, but you hoped your words would bring him some peace.
With a silent sigh, you got up and changed. It was morning already and you were sure you weren’t about to get any more sleep.
You were surprised to see Dean in the kitchen. The night before he drank so much you expected him to sleep in late and have a hangover the rest of the morning. Instead you found him standing by the stove making breakfast and sipping his coffee.
He noticed your presence as you walked to the cupboard to get your favorite cup.
“Morning sweetheart!” He said in an awfully happy voice. You smiled softly at him, like you did every time someone greeted you, and then proceeded to pour some coffee in your mug. “Would you like some bacon and eggs with your coffee?” Dean asked and you nodded your head. You watched something change in Dean’s face. “How did you sleep?” He asked. As a reply, you just shrugged, letting him know you didn’t get much sleep.
Dean’s shoulders dropped, as if he was giving something up. He shook his head and went back to checking the bacon on the pan, his good mood completely gone.
You were slipping your coffee slowly, welcoming the caffeine, when Dean placed your plate on the table. You were about to pull it closer to you, when suddenly he took it back.
“What do we say?” He asked like you were a child. She frowned and then mouthed a “Thank you”, like you always did.
Why was he acting so weird?
He rolled his eyes and placed the plate in front of you. You smiled and took the fork, ready to dig in as he sat across from you.
“So you’re back to being silent.” He said making you stop the fork in mid air. “I mean, I know I was drunk last night, but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t dreaming. You talked to me.”
You blinked, confused, and then nodded your head slowly.
“Then why won’t you talk to me now?”
His answer met only silence. You looked down ashamed. You wished you could talk to him, but for some reason your voice was gone again.
“Do I have to be drunk for you to talk to me?” He asked. “’Coz let me tell you, I have a bottle of whiskey with my name on it. I just think it’s a little bit early in the morning.”
You put your fork down and shook your head.
“Then… what?” He pressed. You looked up and across the table, and you wish you didn’t. He looked so upset, giving you those puppy dog eyes that you thought were only reserved for his brother and his best friend.
In that moment Sam walked in. He looked like he had just stepped out of the shower, so you guessed he was back from his morning run.
“Hey guys.” He said on his way to the coffee machine. “I know we’re after Lucifer right now, but since we have no leads I was thinking we could work a case.” He suggested.
Dean rubbed his face, clearly annoyed by the interruption, and turned to his brother.
“Did you find anything?”
“Yeah, I think it could be vampires.” Sam replied before sitting next to you. “Victims were drained of blood, wounds on the necks. Usual vampire stuff.”
“Where?” Dean asked.
“Boulder, Colorado.” Sam replied.
“That’s just six hours away.” Dean said. “Alright I’m in.”
Sam looked at you, as if he was expecting a reply. You just nodded your head, letting him know you would tag along.
When you finished your breakfast, you walked to the sink to wash your cup and plate, as usual. But being your clumsy self, you dropped your mug and watched as it hit the ground and broke in many little pieces. How you survived all these years as a hunter was beyond you! It made you sad, knowing this was your favorite cup.
“Everything okay?” Dean asked from the table as he heard the mug smash the ground. You nodded your head and went to get a broom.
“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll get you a new one.” Sam said to cheer you up. But you knew they wouldn’t. It was a really old mug and you were pretty sure those were sold out. Besides, you were just sentimental about it.
You cleaned up the floor and threw the pieces in the trash bin as quickly as you could, so you could go to your room and pack your bag. As you walked out of the kitchen, Dean glanced at the trash bin, an idea forming in his head.
Like Dean predicted, Boulder was only six hours away, and Baby didn’t disappoint. After arriving there and booking a couple of motel rooms, you went straight to work.
While the boys inspected the victims’ bodies, you got all the newspaper articles and files you could get, and marked on a map all the places were the victims were found. Eventually you managed to find a pattern and define a common ground.
The vampires would go to a random bar, pick a victim and kill them on their way to their nest, which you suspected it to be a new neighborhood that was being built. The vampires must’ve occupied an empty house.
One of the victims was also a worker there. Maybe he found the vampires occupying one of the finished houses and found his own demise.
You weren’t 100% sure, but it was a start. With just a few signals, the brothers got the message, and the packed their machetes.
The sun was up, but it was still very early in the morning, which brought you some tranquility. You feared that the vampires would still be up, or that the workers would show up for work and find you there, but you had yet to find the right house.
“Dean.” Sam called out softly before pointing out something.
Right on the perfect white picket fence around one of the houses.
“This must be the one. You ready?” Dean asked you. You simply nodded your head and poured some dead man’s blood on your blade. “Attagirl.” Dean said with a smirk before walking towards the house.
You wanted to smack him in the head. Why did he have to go and make your heart beat faster, especially when you’re so close to vampires? Sometimes you hated how much power he had on you.
Once inside the house you felt like a parent putting the presents under the Christmas tree. You tiptoed around, being a quiet as possible in the dark. At first you thought the place was empty, but while checking the second floor, you found the vampires sleeping.
Taking out the first and second vampire was always easy, but eventually the others would wake up and fight you. And today was no exception.
You kicked, you swung your machete and threw punches to everything that came near you until the floor was covered with beheaded bodies and you could feel the Winchesters and you were the only ones in the room.
“You okay?” You heard Dean say. You turned to him, your eyes adjusted to the dark enough to see him, and you could tell he could see you too by the way his eyes shined to you, so you nodded your head.
A big shadow moved behind Dean, and your eyes opened wide in fear.
“BEHIND YOU!” You yelled. Dean quickly turned around and managed to block the vampire’s attack as he lunged for the hunter’s neck.
The vampire landed close enough to Sam for him to hold him by his jacket, giving Dean enough time to cut its head off.
Suddenly the air felt thick and quiet. Both hunters turned to look at you in surprised.
“You spoke.” Sam said confused.
“Yeah…” Dean added with one of his usual smirks. “She does that from time to time.”
You opened your eyes and groaned.
Ugh… what now?… I need sleep… yeah… sleep…
Rolling on the bed you realized your phone just beeped, announcing a text. No use on going back to sleep now.
[text] From: Sam
Just letting you know we’re going out for breakfast to the diner across the road, in case you wanna come.
You smiled and kicked away the covers, only to groan as you noticed how sore you were.
I’m too old to fight vampires…
After brushing your hair and throwing some fresh clothes on, you made your way to the diner. You were surprised to see Sam sitting by himself on a booth. Your confusion must’ve been noticeable, because when you walked closer to the table and Sam looked up and smiled.
“Dean said he had something to do, but he should be here soon.” He said. “Meanwhile I ordered some coffee and pancakes for you.”
Bless his soul! You smiled widely and sat across from him.
As Sam said, Dean walked in shortly after that, holding a brown paper bag. But he didn’t bring it up. He just sat down, ordered his breakfast and ate it.
You all agreed on going back to the bunker that day. So you had to pack bag and meet them by the Impala once you’re ready. But while you were collecting your things, someone knocked on your door.
When you opened the door, you found Dean bouncing a leg and biting his lower lip. He looked troubled.
“Hey! Can I come in?” He asked, and you quickly stepped aside to let him on.
He walked nervously into your room and looked around awkwardly before handing you the same brown paper bag he had with him that morning.
“I…uh… got you something.” He said. You tilted your head and took it carefully. “I’m sorry I didn’t wrap it appropriately. Glittery paper and I don’t mix.” He joked.
You took the content out and stared at it surprised.
It was an old cup with golden stripes. The gold held together the pieces that one time broke apart.
It was simply beautiful and you were deeply touched by the gesture.
“I saw it at an antique store and I thought of you…” Dean said softly, making your heart skip a beat. “… of what you said that night.” He continued. “You know, you’re gold to me too. Mute or not. I just wish you would talk to me, but I understand if you won’t. It only makes it more meaning full when you actually do talk.” Dean explained. “Besides, I know you dropped yours, so I thought you could use a new-.”
He was silenced by you as you threw your arms around his torso and held him tight. You felt his hand move around your back and hold you against him.
Looking up at him, you smiled softly, and for a second there you thought you could see him swallow nervously.
“Thank you.” You whispered.
The two of you stood there in silence for a moment before Dean smiled and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear, which made your knees go weak.
“See? Meaningful.” He said.