Mornings With The Winchesters | Rating T

Mornings With The Winchesters | Rating T

Summary: Piggybacking off of Dean's Gift , you're probably wondering how we got here? Imagine: Dean Winchester's feelings for you are a result of a special love spell your late hunter boyfriend placed on you both. But you know who can't stand it?? SAM.

Author's Note: It's not as cheesy as it sounds.

Sam hated mornings like this. His eyes darted from you to Dean warily as you flew past each other. It would always start the same, you'd wake up first... It'd been happening three months now. You were actually doing it before then. Three months is the first time Sam noticed it actively.. this shared.. thing you and Dean have.

"Wendigo in Santa Barbara." Dean spat out of one side of his face as the plates and beer clatter to the table.

"Last week, dumbass. It was a rougarou." You snatched the post it note rolled up from behind his ear and launched it toward the trash.

"Okay." Dean collapsed unceremoniously beside his brother. "So, what.. you're telling me there's no damn demon for MILES."

"Sorry, did you want someone to die just so we can go on a hunt right now?" The dry retort actually made Sam chuckle before he could think about it.

"Fuck." Sam's body went cold. Oh you two were going all the way today. "FUCK!" Dean roared and the entire house shook as he slammed his fist on the table.

Nothing but the sound of two beers cracking as Sam methodologically pushed his eyes to the table the same way he always did with John and John's temper.

"You got a problem boy?" The sentence comes out in John's tone, but with your airy vocals behind it.

Dean's lip quivered as he glared at you.

Sam's eyes darted toward you quickly.

Flashback >>

"You got a problem, dude?" The emphasis on the d was what made you laugh out loud before you heard his truck door slam. Yet, there was no laugh.. hell, you couldn't even feel his smile. Quickly you whirled around, hearing the pump of his shotgun.

"Take it easy tough guy." Dean Winchester's voice sounded and your shoulders slumped and tensed at the same time.

"I can smell the hunter on you.." Flashback End >>

"No problem." Dean muttered through gritted teeth.

"Good. Eat your goddamn bacon." You didn't miss a beat and Sam watched your eyes chase something on the wall.

"What... happened."

"The rougarou ate through an entire fucking family. I found the nest and took it out."

"By yourself?" Sam demanded and looked to his brother for some sort of confirmation.

"Tell him what else."

"Why because you were there?" the icy response shot across the table.

"Because I told you." Dean gripped your wrist in ten seconds flat, and you gasped as he practically tugged you across the table. "Ever since. Every time." His eyes didn't leave yours but your eyes landed on his wrist. The burn. Identical to your own.

"Every time what?" Sam stuck in the middle of this twisted love spell, demanded.

"She almost died."

"I didn't."

"BUT YOU WANTED TO!"

The room was still as he released your hand and you practically tumbled in your chair, still weak from using every strength in your body to mutter out your emergency protection incantation before you were finally eaten alive.

"So what if I did?" You sputtered to the table and Sam squeezed his eyes shut as another slam hit the table. Again and again. Until.. God he hoped Dean wasn't bleeding.

He slowly chanced an opportunity to open his eyes, and something that never happens before was taking place right in front of him.

"I got back. Didn't I?" You were gazing directly into Dean's eyes. Your palm was flat over his shaking fist and Sam was honestly petrified you were about to get punched square in the face. "Not possessed. Not dead. I got back."

"Not without that gash in your back."

"Holy shit, will you just admit you're BONING?" It was Sam's turn to finally lose it-- to leave the main room of the bunker and you sighed.

"I told you.. not to talk about that. Begged you, even."

"What, about the fact that your little fucking boyfriend hexed ûs before he died?"

"I have no idea WHY!"

"Because..." Dean's eyes looked anywhere but yours.

"Because what, Dean????" You demanded.

Flashback

"Darling." He muttered into your hair. "Wanna grab me and your friend here another round?"

"You've had--"

"Darling..." There was a cock of your own eyebrow and you sighed dejectedly as you rushed off. He slowly turned his back to the bar, a tradition he avoided with you in the vicinity, but not anymore.

"You got her wrapped around your finger, huh?" Dean Winchester scoffed at his beer. "Fucking witches." He was regarded with the roll of an eye. "Sorry, warlocks."

"I'm gonna put a spell on you two." He spoke to his glass.

"I'll put a bullet through your eyes."

"No you won't." He laughed at the myriad of bottles before them. "Because when it happens, she's going to fucking need you."

"When what happens, tough guy?"

The smile Dean watched unfold on the man before him's face was so haunting, he'd never forget. "OUCH." He yelled out, feeling a scalding pain on his hand. He glared down at it, the bare, completely normal hand.

"What the--"

"Babe. My fucking GLASS EXPLODED!" The pain radiated through Dean's hand as you raced toward them, hand practically gushing Dean's brain matter straight from your veins.

"Darling." Dean. Dean looked over his shoulder quickly when he heard his dad's voice. "You have got to be more careful."

Dean chanced a glance at the man before him who was staring down at your hand, but somehow giving him a knowing gaze at the same time.

Flashback End.

"I wish Sam was the fucking one he trusted with all this shit." You were pacing when Dean had remembered where he was, seated across from you in the bunker..

"Hey." He said softly. You didn't stop and he could feel his heart hammering with violent anger. "HEY!" He yelled and you paused all step then. "Sit down. You know I... don't like..." You slowly fell down into your chair. "Doing.. well.. that."

You wouldn't even look at him. He knew why.

"I'll talk to Sam." He promised. "I'll--"

"Why is it that I had to have had sex with you??? Why isn't it just--" You scoffed.

"Magic. Supernatural? A pain in the ass? I don't know. All I know is that's what he wanted and that's what he's got."

"I didn't need an emergency contact, Dean."

"Clearly." He yanked his sleeve up. "YOU DO."

"Because I got pushed into a fucking radiator?"

"Because he didn't want you to go alone." He spoke firmly. "So you wanna go.. down.. guns blazing. Fists... Pushing." He pushed his lips together as he stared at you "You call me. Because.. we would have nothing to live for."

"Sam."

"Sorry..." They both looked over when Sam scratched his the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to freak out."

"He thinks he freaked out." You smiled dotingly at him, and Sam melted into the gaze.

"He thinks you're the closest thing we've ever had to Dad." Dean said in that firm tone again that caused you to turn back to him slowly. You were moved, almost nearly broken by the statement. John who had taught you and your partner to hunt, John who jumped through you every single time there was a dangerous situation. John, the man who had left behind your lifelines... John Winchester was your hero.

"Dean." Sam shook his head slowly. "I didn't- I didn't say that."

"I love you." You blurted out.

"I know." Dean laughed. He nodded and shrugged as if to simply say 'I'm awesome, right?'

"Sit." You rushed up to grab Sam's hands and he slowly followed you to replace you in her chair. "Lemme top you up on the beer."

"Y/N--, really--"

"Seriously. Lemme make breakfast." You rush out of the room and Sam sighed at his brother. "Why do you do that?"

"What?"

"Make her crazy. So she went on a hunt. So she got hurt. So she.. maybe wasn't in the mood last night--"

"Sam. She.." He bit his lip as you flew back into the room setting down plates. You smiled at him and every trace of the anger you both felt for the wounds you both hid faded when he realized, your peace was taking John's place. The most he's been able to make with the loss of his father since.

"She what?"

"Who?" You looked over, adorably confused.

"You. Pain in the ass." Dean smirked as you stuck your tongue out.

"God. The migraines. You two..." Sam warned as you sat down next to him, cracking him open a beer and setting down an aspirin. "you just.. carry that around?"

"Let's just say.. I had a hunch when I woke up this morning..." You rolled your eyes as Sam shook his head with absolutely frustration, threw the pill into his mouth and took a swig of his beer.

Sam hated mornings like this.

when i was a kid i would get a sick thrill from learning someones middle name now i dont feel anything at all ever and im no good for nobody

Manifest it. 💕🩷🎀

6x03//The Third Man

You will get farther in one week paying close, nonjudgmental attention to the unmet needs underlying your "bad" behavior than you will in a year of punishing yourself and demanding you become a different person. I'm right shut up.