THIS FIC MIGHT LOOK FLUFFY AND CUTE, BUT BEWARE, IT BROKE MY LITTLE INNOCENT HEART!
Seriously, prepare yourself to want to punch Dean, feel bad for CAs, cry, hate Dean, cry even more, and wonder what’s left in life.
All in all, it’s a good fic, but the ending left me hanging and I couldn’t even!!!
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You woke up in Dean’s arms. Your head was resting on his chests and his other arm was around you. You looked up to see Dean also waking up. He smiled when he saw you looking at him.
Dean: ”Morning beautiful.” He smiled and kissed you on your forehead.
Neither of you didn’t really be careful with the bruises and wounds you have last night. The emotional rush that went through both of your bodies took all the attention.
He was petting your back so he quickly noticed the old scars you had. You felt his gaze at you so you slowly lifted you head.
Dean: ”Are these the scars your father did?”
You nodded. His face tensed up.
Dean: ”I’m so sorry about that.” He knew it was hard for you to talk about it so he tried to remain calm.
You were amazed. This was not the thing you were excepting.
You rolled on to him and kissed him. You rapidly got out of bed.
Yn: ”The last one in the bathroom is a rotten egg!” You giggled and run out of the room. You could hear his steps getting closer to you.
Yn: ”Hah! I was the first one!” You laughed in the bathroom. He lifted you up and kissed you.
Dean: ”You’re amazing.” You washed your teeth together. He was looking at you through the mirror the whole time.
It wasn’t hard to get comfortable with him. You have been living with them so long that they are practically like your family.
You and Dean walked to the library. Sam usually was the one waking up early but not this time. He wasn’t there.
Dean: ”Weird. He must be exhausted to sleep this long.”
Yn: ”Yeah. I’ll go make some coffee.”
You walked to the kitchen and grabbed an apple.
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Another week has passed. It felt like an year. The bunker felt so empty without you. Your laughing always filled the room with happines. Winchesters has lost all hope. They didn’t talk that much anymore. Only grieved. The air was filled with guilt and sadness.
Sam and Dean are sitting around the table in the library.
Dean: ”She would’ve atleast deserved a hunters funeral.” He said and once again pressed a bottle against his lips
Sam didn’t say anything for a while.
Sam: ”I’m sorry Dean. I shouldn’t let her come with me.”
Dean looked at Sam without saying a word.
Suddenly the bunkers door handle moved. The brothers quickly looked at eachother. There haven’t been visiters in here in a long time. Expect Castiel. But he doesn’t use doors if he decides to visit.
Sam and Dean pulled out guns and walked closer to the staircase leading to the door. They were both pointing the guns at the door.
Slowly the door opened. Small, familiar steps pressed on the floor. Yn walked in. You looked bad. Ripped clothes, messy hair, wounds and bruises everywhere.
Sam and Dean put their guns down. They looked astonished. Sam run up the stairs and carefully wrapped his arms around you. Like he was afraid that you would vanish. He tried not to touch any of your bruises or wounds. The arms that held you were soft, yet strong. They seemed very protective wrapped around your frail body.
Sam: ”I’m so so sorry Yn. If I could change anything I would. I’m sorry.”
He sounded so emotionally weak.
Yn: ”It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault Sammy.”
His whole body felt more calm after that. It’s like those words were exactly what he needed to hear.
Sam softly pulled away from the hug.
Sam: ”Where were you? What happened? How are you here?”
Yn: ”I don’t know.”
You looked at Dean. He was downstairs. He has stared at you this whole time. His eyes filled with tears. You walked down to him.
It has been a week since you disappeared. Sam and Dean has been trying to do their best to find you, but still they have no clue of what happened. Nothing. They have extorted other demons to get information about you. They’ve even asked Castiel to help. It has been so long and no one has heard about you. The boys are losing hope.
Dean deals with it by drinking every night. Sam on the other hand feels so guilty. He incessantly tries to find clues about you. Even though deep down he knows that they are losing this fight.
Sam: *through the door* ”Dean, please. You need to eat something.”
Dean spents his days in your room.
Dean: ”I’m not hungry, okay?” He mumbles, raising the bottle against his lips.
Sam: *sighs* ”We will find her. We will save her.” Dean didn’t answer. He lays on our bed listening to music and drinking. You were the only woman Dean has ever cared about that much.
He takes his phone and goes through your old messages. He finds an voicemail of yours.
Yn: ”Hi, Dean. There is multiple pies to choose from. Apple pie, blackberry pie, blueberry pie, bumbleberry pie and bean pie which for my opinion sounds pretty weird *laughing*. Which one do you want?”
Tears are filling Deans eyes. He puts his phone close to his chest hoping that it will feel like tou were here with him. Hearing your beautiful voice calms him but also st the same time tortures him.
Even though you could think that Winchsters are used to the pain. It never gets easier. The burning pain in Sam’s chest is killing him inside. The guilt he feels. Sam is trying his best not to yell at Dean. All he needs is to vent his feelings and emotions. Still all he does is trying to find the demon.
The boys are devastated.
You are slowly waking up to the headache you have from drinking last night. You turn around and see Dean sleeping next to you. He looks so calm when he sleeps. His face is relaxed and there is no signs of any stress or anger. He looks peaceful. You barely remember a thing from last night so you start guessing what happened and the only thing on your mind was ”did we have sex?”. You were trying to make excuses for it.
You tried to get up from the bed as quietly as possible trying not to wake him up. As you walked to the door Dean woke up.
Dean: ”Yn? Are you okay?”
You turned around.
Yn: ”Uhh.. yeah I’m fine. I was just trying not to wake you up.”
He smiled. You walked closer and shyly whispered;
Yn: ”We didn’t have... sex last night, right?
For a while Dean just stared at you.
Dean: ”Don’t you remember anything from last night?”
You were a bit scared of what was he going to say.
Dean: ”Don’t worry it was amazing.” He grinned.
Yn: ”Oh no..” you buried your face in your other hand
Dean: *laughing* ”No just kidding we didn’t have sex last night. You asked me to sleep next to you. And I mean I wouldn’t mind having se-”
Before he had time to finish his sentence you grabbed the nearest pillow and hit him in the face with it.
Yn: ”I knew it! Damn you I almost got a heart attack!”
Both of you were laughing. You sat on the bed mext to him. He was staring at you.
Yn: ”You know we can’t.. you know. Be together like that. We’re hunters and I think you know how bad it always ends.”
Dean stared you in the eyes long enough for it to become weird.
Dean: ”I know.” You smiled at him and walked out of the room. You saw Sam in the library drinking coffee and being on his laptop.
There was a moment of silence.
Yn: ”Sam. Do you think we should go after the demon? Or should we just wait?”
Sam looked at you and his face went serious.
Sam: ”I honestly don’t know. Maybe we should try to find some information about him.”
Yn: ”Yeah.” Days went by. Sam was trying to find any information about the demon. You and Castiel were training your psychich skills. Dean was helping both you and Sam.
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Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side.
Dean: ”The dad? The one you told me about?”
You nodded and glanced at the man. - throwback to the night you told Dean about your childhood -
It was really hard to talk about it and Dean could see that. You were looking anywhere else but his eyes and mumbling. You had never talked about this to anyone and it made you nervous.
Yn: ”So.. umm.. my mother was killed by a demon and.. uh.. after that our father kind of.. got out of control. He started drinking a lot and abused me and my sister. Once he went to far and killed her. She was 8 years old.”
Dean looked at you shocked.
Dean: ”I’m so sorry. That’s horrible. You shouldn’t have had that kind of childhood.”
Yn: ”Well I did run away. I lived alone when I was 12 years old. I have never heard about him after.” - back in the present -
Sam walked to you and Dean.
Sam: ”Who is he?”
Yn: ”My dad.”
Yn: ”Yeah long story. Not now.”
The man: *coughs* ”you guys ready soon?
All of you turned to face him with huns again.
Yn: ”What do you want?”
”I want to finish what I started. Your mother was a good hunter. She tracked one of our safe houses we have on the earth so I killed her. And I don’t want her descendants to follow on her lead. Luckily your sweet father I have for a vessel now killed your sister so she’s not the problem here. I’m just going to let you suffer a little bit first so I’ll come back later. See you later, Yn.” He winked and disappeared.
You stood there in a shock. The demon that killed your mother has now possessed your father and wants to kill you. Great. Just great.
Dean: ”Okay, c’mon let’s go.”
You left the house and drove to the bunker. When you came in to the bunker everyone was silent. No one knew what to say.
Sam: ”Are you okay Yn? Do you want anything?”
Yn: ”I could be better. Just need some time to process this. I’ll be in my room if you guys need anything.” It was night. You had so much in your mind that you couldn’t sleep. You left your room and went to the kitchen. Sam and Dean were in their rooms.
Sam and Dean has already woken up. You are awake too but still sitting on your bed thinking about what has happened last night. First you see an angel who tells you that you are a psychich. Then you read one of Sam’s most painful memory. And then... the kiss with Dean. It was amazing. More than you could ever imagine. You didn’t know what was going to happen next between you and Dean because usually hunters stories don’t end well. You know what kind of man Dean is with ladies so was the kiss that kind of kiss? Or was it real? He were really careful though. And he said that he was afraid of losing you. You had no idea how to react to it.
Finally you got out of the bed. Wearing sweatpants and some big old t-shirt. Your hair was on a messy bun.
Dean: ”Morning sunshine.” He looked at you and smirked
You went to the kitchen to get coffee and came back to the living room.
Sam: ”I think I found a case”
Dean: ”Great. What is it?”
You and Dean went next to sitting Sam to see what the case was.
Sam: ”Well I’m quite positive that it’s a demon. There has been some thunderstorms and weird deaths in the area.”
Yn: ”Oh yeah that’s deffinetly a case. See you at the car in ten?”
You all went to get ready and left the bunker.
You were now in the victims house. There was deffinelty marks of fight there. Fallen shelfs, broken tables etc.
Sam: ”The victim was an 64 years woman. She was a teacher in nearby school.”
Dean: ”It surely was a demon. You guys smell this sulphur?”
Yn: ”Should we ask some questions from the family?”
Sam: ”Yeah, she was widow but closest family member alive is her mother.” ”The Winchesters I presume?”
A man showed up on the opposite of the room. You all took your guns, loaded them and pointed at him. Then you realised that this man looked really familiar.
Yn: ”Oh no.”
The man smiled wickedly and kept looking at you.
”You know, I think I remember you. You’re Yn, right?”
Sam and Dean looked at you astonished.
Sam: ”What? Do you know him?”
Yn: ”He’s... he’s my dad.”