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Good Times- Dean Winchester
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Dean Winchester was a man that didn't show emotion regularly. But when he did, you knew it meant something. He holed up behind a wall and you were determined to get to know the Dean behind the mask.
You'd been hunting with the brothers for a while now and you were busy nursing and injured hand in the backseat with Dean keeping you company.
Your face contorted in pain as you accidentally bumped your hand as the Impala went over a pothole.
You let out a grunt. Dean looked at you, alarmed.
"You okay, (Y/NN)?" He said in concern.
You shook your head, "No," you forced out, "Tell me a story about yourself Dean?"
Dean looked up in surprise.
"A happy memory, please?" You pleaded before moaning again, the blood staining your pant legs.
"Uh," said Dean panicking, he put his arm around your shoulders and started playing gently with your hair. "It was summer and Sammy and I had just gotten out of school for the weekend."
I saw Sam smile in the review mirror.
"Dad had gone on
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I'm always here for you - Dean Winchester
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The continual steady beat of the rain poured all around me as I stood in the rain waiting for Dean.
 I drew my long black trenchcoat tighter around me as I relished in the feel of the rain on my face.
 I heard the familiar rumble of the Impalas engine as she finally pulled up by the side of the street. I loved her purr. It sent shivers down my spine.
 I opened the passenger seat door and got in, letting rain in the car.
Dean looked towards me with a blank expression. "Let's just get this over with."
I nodded. Too scared to say anything to make the situation worse. I know I betrayed his trust but I had to. He knows that as well, but he can't seen to find it in him to forgive me.
 I reach back and unclasp the necklace around my neck. It was a simple pendant on a silver chain, but it had been Mary's and I remember him telling me how much it meant to him.
I put my hand out, a silent a gesture for Dean to give me his. He ou
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Dean Winchester was a man that didn't show emotion regularly. But when he did, you knew it meant something. He holed up behind a wall and you were determined to get to know the Dean behind the mask.

You'd been hunting with the brothers for a while now and you were busy nursing and injured hand in the backseat with Dean keeping you company.

Your face contorted in pain as you accidentally bumped your hand as the Impala went over a pothole.

You let out a grunt. Dean looked at you, alarmed.

"You okay, (Y/NN)?" He said in concern.

You shook your head, "No," you forced out, "Tell me a story about yourself Dean?"

Dean looked up in surprise.

"A happy memory, please?" You pleaded before moaning again, the blood staining your pant legs.

"Uh," said Dean panicking, he put his arm around your shoulders and started playing gently with your hair. "It was summer and Sammy and I had just gotten out of school for the weekend."

I saw Sam smile in the review mirror.

"Dad had gone on a hunt and it was just Sammy and I alone in a crappy motel room and we realized this place had room service." Dean chuckled a bit.

"So we figured well dad hadn't told us not to order room service so we started out by just ordering some pie."

"Of course," you half smiled.

"Of course," said Dean, "then we decided that we should have 2 plated of dessert each. And we went on a bit of a sugar high, a kind of god complex type hype you know? So we felt invincible. I discovered that there were some beers in the mini fridge and I was 16 so I thought, hey I'm old enough for this shit. Then I cracked open a beer and downed the whole thing in one go with twelve year old Sammy jumping on  the bed yelling ' chug, chug, chug'.
I was a bit of a light-weight back then and decided to have a pillow fight with Sam. " Dean let out a chuckle.

"So we fought at it turned out the pillows were feather pillows and it burst, making feathers go everywhere. Then I thought it would be funny if I put honey all over me and rolled around in the feathers. And that's just what I did. Sam of course was giggling​ the whole time like a two year old and encouraging me. So I was running round the room like a giant chicken chasing Sammy .

And when dad got back, he arrived to see me leaning over the toilet, covered in feathers, telling awful puns and Sam howling with laughter, comforting me.

Dad wasn't even mad, he just found it funny. Course he wasn't too happy when he saw the bill on room service which we had racked up to over 300 dollars by ordering a three course meal each and more. But he payed all off with money he won in a game of pool. So it turned out alright.

Good times. "

You sat there with a giant smile on your face.
"Dean." You yawned.

"Mm?"

"You're a good person who deserves saving." You mumbled, feeling drowsy.

You felt him stiffen beside you.

You yawned again and rested your head on his shoulder. "G'night. Love you Deano."

You were nearly out of consciousness when you hear him whisper, "Love you too, (Y/NN)."
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

The continual steady beat of the rain poured all around me as I stood in the rain waiting for Dean.
 I drew my long black trenchcoat tighter around me as I relished in the feel of the rain on my face.
 I heard the familiar rumble of the Impalas engine as she finally pulled up by the side of the street. I loved her purr. It sent shivers down my spine.
 I opened the passenger seat door and got in, letting rain in the car.

Dean looked towards me with a blank expression. "Let's just get this over with."
I nodded. Too scared to say anything to make the situation worse. I know I betrayed his trust but I had to. He knows that as well, but he can't seen to find it in him to forgive me.
 I reach back and unclasp the necklace around my neck. It was a simple pendant on a silver chain, but it had been Mary's and I remember him telling me how much it meant to him.

I put my hand out, a silent a gesture for Dean to give me his. He out stretches his hand and I put the necklace in his hand and close his hand around it.
 I feel my eyes stinging from tears wanting to be shed but I don't say anything. We both sit there still. Both our gazes locked. His green eyes, the type you'd read of in fan-fiction. I can't bring myself to look away, and neither can he apparently.
 Only when a single teardrop escapes do I break our gaze and look bitterly down at his hand still captured in mine.

"I am truly sorry, Dean." I whisper, "I only wanted to keep you and Sam safe out of harms way. You didn't need to be dragged into my mess."
 I risk a glance up at him to see him looking at he rain battering against the windshield.
 I reluctantly release his hand slowly. I let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry again, Dean. Please find a way to forgive me."

He doesn't reply.

I sniff, "Stay safe, Dean." and reach for the door handle. But before I can open the door, his hand grabs mine. I turn to look at the freckled beauty.

His expression is contorted and his eyes conveying pain.
 "I-I didn't just come to get the necklace." He confesses quietly.
"I don't want to do this without you," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I try and imagine this life without you but it seems even worse."
 He drops his gaze ashamed. "Please stay," he breathes.

I grip his hand tight before I lean forward and lay a kiss on his forehead. "I'm right here if you need me."

And then I watched as the bravest man I knew cry as he said he was sorry for not forgiving me.
 I enveloped him in a hug as he shook. A few tears falling down my cheeks as well.

"I'm always here for you," I whispered again before lifting his head and planting a firm kiss on his beautiful lips.

So that's where we stayed for the rest of the night, talking, leaning on each other, apologizing and forgiving.

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drade666 Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for the fav :XD:
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Thank you for the watch!! It means a lot :heart:
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Sure thing x
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PoeticEden Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks so much for the fav - and may I be the first to welcome you to dA! :D
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bow-to-your-goddess Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2017  New Deviant Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the warm welcome! 😊
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PoeticEden Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
of course! :D
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