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Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as she understood the joke and retorted with her own. He couldn’t help scanning her face as he looked at her in the neon lights of the bar. It was nice. He could already see how relaxed she seemed, just being out of the chaos that was their life, even if just for a little while.

“Me too.”, he quipped back, waggling his eyebrows. He drank his triple in one shot, tapping the glass on the bar to ask for another, turning back to her, “You see…I seem to remember we had some good times. Like, crazy ‘come back soon’ kind of good times.”

He smiled briefly at the bartender as she brought him the bottle.

“And Sam knows nothing about any of it. I don’t figure he expects you to stay around long. But I do…”, he started again, raising his eyebrows at her to make sure she knew he was being honest, “I think you should roll with us, even after tonight…even after all this is over. You have nowhere else to be.”

He leaned in close, clinking his glass against hers, with a smile. He could be manipulative if he wanted to be, and right now, he was torn. On one hand, he wanted to manipulate her into staying, for the company if nothing else. On the other hand, he wanted her as far away as she could get, to keep her safe.

“But I want you safe. What are you thinking right now?”, he asked randomly, scanning her eyes.

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1995

As she stood, and played back on his joke, he laughed. He was happy to see her smile, despite everything that had happened that day. He couldn’t help but stare at the way his jacket fit around her body, something about it feeling possessive, making him want to show her off to the entire school to dispel any doubt that everyone should leave her alone.

At the thought, he had an idea to just let her keep the jacket, while they were around others. Anything to stake claim. He shook himself from his thoughts once again and smiled brightly, wrapping her arm up and taking her hand. It was a small gesture that always seemed to be there, as if they couldn’t truly separate, when they were close.

“Meh. Don’t thank me. I would be a crappy friend if I didn’t come to the rescue every now and then.”, he explained, leading her around to the stairwell, and down the stairs carefully. He made sure to stay close enough to catch her if she tripped. As they made it to the bottom of the stairs, and to the emergency doors, he pulled the wire he had rigged to keep the alarm from going off (and placed back onto itself when they were on the roof, in case someone came in). He carefully opened the door, and peered around the hall, pulling her with him.

“I was thinking we could walk into town. I could take you to that little diner there, grab a burger…s-share a milkshake.”, he explained excitedly as they walked through the halls, “But it’s not a d-date…I mean unless you want it to be and then, well. We could talk about that, and…oh my god Dean shut up…”

He sighed heavily as the word vomit left his mouth, closing his eyes with a furrowed brow. His face turned a bright shade of red. He had said his thoughts out loud, which was against his brains rules.

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1995

Dean pursed his lips and shrugged a bit when she mentioned Sam not being all that bad. He almost made a comment about her not living with him, but decided to not talk about his brother, and his worries about him, for once.

As she nuzzled further into him, he couldn’t help but smile, but was thankful that she didn’t pick up on his slip up, at least outwardly. Admitting to her that he felt…things just felt like it would be Hell. What if she didn’t feel the same way? What if she ran away from him, and caused a whole new set of problems for him, with her family?

But he wanted to. He wanted to tell her that he had been terrified of her from the day they met. Knowing her, and not feeling the need to hit on her, or pick her up was one of the scariest things he had ever done, scarier than any monster he had hunted. It was odd, and the only thing John could say about it was, “Don’t get too wrapped up. I need you sharp.”

He was turned from his thoughts by a mixture of her words and her stomach growling loudly, which caused him to raise his eyebrows and look down at her, “I would say that’s a bit of a message. Don’t feel bad, being a delinquent makes me hungry too. What do you say we go grab something greasy? My treat?”

He shrugged his shoulder a bit to get her to look at him, giving her a sheepish but almost pleading look as he did so. There was a fly away hair, as he smiled at her, that was begging to be brushed aside. He fought the urge as long as he could, before finally brushing it behind her ear, “C’mon. What good is saving the damsel if I let her starve?”

A bit embarrassed, he just gave a bright grin to diffuse tension, and pulled away from her, offering his hand as he straightened.

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1995

Dean was happy to see a smile on her face, even if it made his throat swell a bit with nerves. He would never let her see them, though. In her state, and her situation, he would never want to take advantage. His own thoughts caused him to flinch a bit, frowning after she turned away from him to lay her head on his shoulder. He slowly leaned his face against the top of her head as she spoke.

Her smarts and her love for art was one of the endearing things, to him. It was a relief to see someone be so passionate about things that he considered mundane, and with the job he was wrapped up with, with John, a waste of his time. But watching her read was one of his odd pastimes, a welcome quiet break from his life.

“Hey…don’t beat yourself up over that, alright? I mean, things could be worse. You could be Sam.”, he quipped as he hugged his arm. He placed his free hand on top of hers, brushing his thumb back and forth across her knuckles. He almost didn’t hear her question, as he zoned out to the smell of her hair, but he pulled himself out of the thousand yard stare and shrugged.

“Um…I might have been waiting for you, outside your last class. After what happened in the yard, I was gonna walk you to lunch. When you didn’t come out, I figured you were here. Turns out, my stalking led me straight to you.”, he said with a laugh. The wind caught her hair, blowing it onto his face, and he took a deep breath.

“And I don’t think you should change, by the way. All those things? The things they hit you for, and make fun of you for? That’s why I lo-…Those things are what make you, you. I don’t climb stairs for just anyone.”, he muttered, instinctively kissing the top of her head.

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1995

Dean furrowed his brow a bit at how much the bullying had affected her, to the point that she was missing class, simply from losing track of time. It worried him, and honestly made him want to be violent, if not just to keep her from hardening up, like Sam. He slowly lowered himself to the gravel, beside her, staying leaned forward a bit, to remove his jacket as she sighed.

The air on the roof was a bit colder than the crisp air on the ground. If he was cold, he knew she was probably cold. He wrapped his jacket loosely around her shoulders, before leaning his back against the wall, “Mika…”

He let her name roll of his tongue in the middle of a sigh, trying to find the words to make her feel better about the situation, one that he helped cause. He wasn’t the best at handling flirting or telling girls ‘no’ when they flirted with him. That’s how all the problems started.

Since he had lost interest in making out with the more popular girls in school, or hiding out behind the bleachers with them, it had become an obsession for most of them. Not that he wasn’t flattered, but it was honestly pathetic. But Mika. Mika was exciting. She had been exciting to him since the day he had met her, six or so months prior.

In fact, just his hand brushing the back of her neck as he pulled away from giving her his jacket caused a jolt to hit his heart, taking his breath for a second. He decided to speak up, to hopefully reassure, as best he could.

“I could take care of that.”, he said plainly, turning his face to hers briefly to smile, “But seriously, stand up to them. A lot of them are only doing this crap because you’re friends with me, and they’re boring. Hell, if I hadn’t gotten under their skin out the gate, here, they would probably be beating me up, too.”

He knew it was vague advice, and every part of him wanted to just tell her to kick their asses, or bust their skulls. But he knew that wasn’t Mika’s way, either. She was more gentle than he was, and it was part of what made his heart jump out of his chest, when she looked at him.
“But I’m here now. Your knight in shining armor…”, he finished with a laugh, glancing down at her lips briefly.

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Dean smirked as she toyed with the baby hairs on his neck, one of his favorite habits of hers, when shew as feeling loving. It caused goosebumps to run down his arms and neck, with a small shudder, “I’m not that special…”

As he uttered the words, she kissed him, and he couldn’t help kissing her back, his eyes fluttering closed and his heart beating fast in his neck against her arm. He could hear her words of encouragement echoing in the background of his mind, as his mind went to the past again with a sigh through his nose.

October 21, 1995 - William McKinley High School - Buffalo Ride, South Dakota

Dean opened the heavy door to the school roof. He had a feeling that she was here, after what had happened in the yard. True, he had diffused the situation, but he couldn’t help but feel to blame for the torment she had gone through, earlier in the morning.

It also wasn’t like her to skip class, which had him a little more than concerned that he had messed up, by not looking for her sooner. His feet hit the gravel, and he attempted to tiptoe, but found it no use as he stepped around the stairwell dome and found her parked against its side. With a sigh, and a sad look, he stepped up beside her and smirked.

“You know skipping school is my thing, right?”, he quipped. He nudged her leg gently with his boot, “You okay?”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean smirked when she told him that she couldn’t hate him, but it made him wonder if she had thought about killing Madison as well. The thought of her being forced to do it, with how much the girl seemed to like her made him a little sad. At her offer to drive, he had to smile, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t much of a highway rider, but considering they were just going to be going a few blocks over, he would deal with it.

His attention was turned to Sam as he walked over and handed Esme the address Cas had given him, shooting his brother a look to tell him to ‘be careful’. He was uneasy with Sam being alone with Madison, even with Cas there. But Cas seemed to understand her power better than any of them, and Cas would never put Sam in unnecessary danger. He knew the price he would pay, if he did.

Sighing with worry, Dean turned back to Esme and gave her a nervous smile, “I definitely am ready for that drink.”

He pulled her with him as he started walking toward her car, taking her hand and linking his fingers with hers.

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They had arrived at a dive bar in town, something that was impossible not to see as his style. As they sat at the end of the bar, he raised his hand, smiling that the female bartender seemed to remember his order, from his time spent at Bobby’s. This bar was where he went to get away from everyone, during their days and weeks of research, and he was almost nervous to bring Esme here, considering his relations with basically every female in the building.

He was thankful that the bartender didn’t seem in the mood to play games. She smirked as she took his drink order, and turned to Esme, “And what would you like, sweetheart?”

Dean smirked, wrapping his arm around the back of Esme’s barstool, “Why don’t we start her off with my usual. We’re relaxing.”

The bartender smirked, giving him a small wink as she nodded and turned to grab a bottle of top shelf whiskey and two glasses. She poured a triple in each glass, and slid them in front of Dean and Esme.

“So, about what happened in the park, earlier…”, he started, deciding to get the awkward out early in the alcohol, “Do you pick up where you left off, after nearly a decade with all the guys?”

He smirked as he joked bringing both his hands up to cradle his glass of whiskey.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean furrowed his eyebrows at hearing Esme speak about being exhausted. He then lifted his eyebrows, noting the prospect of a drink, which was exactly what he needed, at the moment. He continued to stroke her hair, until she pulled back from him, almost surprising him.

He scanned her eyes, his own growing a bit wide. He stammered for a second, his lips not forming words. He wasn’t used to caring about his own well being, especially since his trip to Hell a little over a year prior. He gave a nervous laugh, his head tilting to the side as he tried to find the words to brush her off.

“Um. I’m…Not too good, actually.”, he admitted, noticing how his hand was shaking in hers. They had lost so much. They had been through so much, in the past several months. He had almost lost Sam to the demon blood…to Ruby. And now, Lucifer was circling, trying to get a vessel and he was stuck with Michaels kid. Yeah. Things weren’t the best.

“I’m tired. I can’t even look at the kid, without wanting to take a machete to her throat and hope for the best. I don’t even know how to begin thinking about that…”, he started again, releasing her from the last of the hold he had and placing his free hand on her cheek, running a finger under her eye, “Let’s get a drink. Then I’ll make you hate me…”

He gave a small smirk, but made sure his eyes were honest in letting her know that he still fully planned to kill Madison if she hurt anyone.

Madison and Castiel

Madison glanced down at her chest, running her fingers over the small hole with no wound behind it and shrugged her shoulders, her eyes raising back up to scan Sam’s. She watched his facial expressions, noting the concern he was harboring, but the care.

“I’m fine, Sam. Just glad I didn’t hurt anyone.” , She reached a hand up, brushing some of his hair that had flown into his face behind his ear, which caused Castiel to clear his throat.

“Um. Madison we should go.”, Castiel muttered, stepping forward and placing a hand on her forearm. She furrowed her brow, dropping her hand from Sam’s face and turning to Castiel, who was giving her a disapproving look.
“Did I do something wrong?”, she asked him, recognizing that look from Dean. Castiel half shrugged, making a face that said ‘not necessarily’.

“No. You’re just learning…affection, and you don’t understand ‘boundaries’.”, he held his hands up in air quotes. Dean had taught him what personal space was, and which humans to imitate and which humans not to. This was something Madison didn’t understand, yet. And he didn’t want Sam to be led down a path of possible heartbreak.

“Um. I’m sorry?”, she whispered as a question. Castiel shook his head, never wanting her to apologize for not understanding. He stepped forward and picked up her hand. With his free hand, he handed Sam a piece of paper with an address.

“You can meet us here. I’ll fly her, for your safety.”, Castiel finished, and he and Madison disappeared with a flutter of wings.

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Dean sighed, a smile finally meeting his eyes as she spoke. He felt a wave of relief washing over him. His more immature side wanted to cringe at how sappy he was being, and how sappy she was being back. It was something they had avoided and made fun of other people for, when they were younger, and mostly saw each other as friends.

Only he never really saw her as a friend, all the way back on the first night they met. He was smitten. He was already possessive and found himself wondering what her hair smelled like when she slept, or what kind of music she listened to. They hadn’t introduced themselves, other than with looks, and he still couldn’t stop his mind from wondering what her hand felt like, or what sounds she made when she was happy or sad.

As he zoned out and thought about them when they were young, after her mentioning her old self, he went back into cringe sappy mode in his head, outwardly smirking and furrowing his brow.

The way his heart jumped into his throat when she introduced herself, and her name rolled off her tongue.
The way her hand felt so small in his own when they first shook hands.

He remembered her hair, and the way the moon seemed to hit it in a way that made her glitter, and his heart want to die. He couldn’t help kiss her that night. It was the only way to stop a heart attack. It was exciting and new. She was innocent, but strong.

And finally, his mind brushed over them in her room, sneaking around while her parents were asleep, feeling her heart racing in her neck when they kissed, hearing the television blaring downstairs.

Coming out of his memories, and back to reality, he smiled, his eyes a bit teary, “I believe that. And you’re still that girl. You should feel your heart, right now.”

He pulled her up his chest a bit to kiss her nose, “I’m not going anywhere. I wanted to…but that would be stupid. I would just…”
He pecked her lips, “End up.”, another peck, “Back here.”

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Smirking sadly, Dean swallowed, pursing his lips at her words. He was happy to hear it. But something inside him still believed that they shouldn’t have even been allowed to be near each other, much less convince each other of something as heavy as love. He glanced down at her lips, and then back into her eyes as he admitted his train of thought, “But you shouldn’t. Isn’t that what the problem is?”

He didn’t want to kill the mood, but he also wanted to make sure the at they weren’t pretending everything was perfect too soon. He brushed his thumb down the side of her face, smiling sadly once again. This time would be different. This time, he would keep to himself, shoulder what he needed to shoulder, and let go anything that he would normally explode over.

At least that’s what he told himself, in his mind.

“I never say the words…not because I don’t think it.”, he explained, “But because of what it means, to other people. I love you…more than any person in this world, save Sam. But that means the world ends, when you’re in trouble. When you cry, I feel like my heart is ripping out of my chest and being run over by a train, or something.”

He laughed sadly, peering into her eyes, “And while I want this…I know what this means, for you. It means if something happens to me, you’re alone. It means that every time I mess up, and forget that I’m not supposed to grift anymore, that I don’t have to, we’re going to end up tearing each other apart.”

He spoke honestly, which was rare. But he had to get some of this off his chest, before he exploded. His fleeing brain wanted him to kiss her, and just get back to business. But enough was enough. She needed to hear it from his mouth.