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𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗, d. winchester

summary: despite their turbulent relationship, filled with flirtations, absences, and arguments, y/n keeps welcoming dean back. their romance is filled with dates, intimacy, and a deep bond. however, when dean's secret life as a supernatural hunter is unveiled, y/n can't accept it and demands his permanent departure.

warnings: a lot of angst, no use of y/n, heartbreak, hurt with no comfort.

a/n: first post on my new blog!! it feels great to have a fresh start honestly. also, let me know if i should make a part two!!

— Your relationship with Dean had always been a tumultuous journey, far from the serene and smooth sailing one might expect. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Dean seemed to delight in getting under your skin, using flirtations with other girls as his weapon of choice. These actions often culminated in heated, passionate arguments, ringing with shouts and accusations.

This was coupled with his frequent and prolonged disappearances. He would leave for days, weeks, and sometimes even months on end for "work trips", the nature of which he left vague and open to interpretation. This left you with a gnawing uncertainty, a constant question at the back of your mind.

However, it wasn't all bad. There were certainly pros to balance out the cons. There were the romantic dates, filled with laughter and shared secrets. There were the nights where you held each other close, whispering sweet nothings and creating a world that was just for the two of you. And of course, there was the fantastic, earth-shattering sex that left you breathless and yearning for more.

And through all the ups and downs, you held onto one constant, unchanging fact. No matter how long Dean was gone, no matter where he went or what he did, he would always come back to you. He would always return, those puppy dog eyes filled with remorse as he begged for your forgiveness. And, time and time again, you would take him back.

You would lead him into your apartment, to the familiar sanctuary of your room. The night would be spent in a passionate tangle of limbs and whispered promises, making up for lost time and healing old wounds. By the dawn of a new day, you would both fall back into your usual routine.

You would share good morning kisses that frequently escalated into heated makeout sessions. Oftentimes, you would need to muster the willpower to break away and prepare for your work day. You would leave Dean behind, a lovesick smile on his face as he watched you walk out the door.

Every time you walked out that door, it was akin to flipping a coin. A game of chance, to see if Dean would still be there when you returned. Unfortunately, more often than not, you were met with the losing side of the coin. This sent you spiraling back into the same cycle once again, leaving you with a wistful longing for the day when you would finally call heads instead of tails.

— In the midst of a peaceful evening, a sudden buzz abruptly interrupted your leisure time. You were settled comfortably on your worn-out couch, engrossed in watching a rerun of the popular TV show 'Charmed.' The unexpected noise caused you to peel your eyes away from the television screen and cast a tired glance towards the intercom. You had a gut feeling about who it could be. After all, who else would dare to knock on your door at the late hour of eleven at night?

Reluctantly, you peeled yourself off the comfortable couch and dragged your feet across the floor. You reached the intercom and stood in front of it for a few seconds, contemplating your next move. The annoying buzz echoed through the apartment once again, snapping you out of your thoughts. You could have chosen to ignore it and pretend to be asleep, but you knew that wouldn't stop him. No, you dismissed the idea with a shake of your head. Dean, as stubborn as he was, would simply pick the lock and barge in, worried that you were in danger or worse.

Pushing the uncertainty aside, you pressed the button for the speaker. “Who is it?” Your voice was steady and calm as you spoke, despite the late-night disturbance.

A familiar chuckle came through the small speaker, making your heartbeat quicken. “Come on, Sweetheart. You know who it is.” Dean's voice resonated through the tiny apartment, and the nickname he used stirred a whirlwind of butterflies in your stomach.

Without further ado, you pushed the button that allowed Dean into the building. You walked to your door and unlocked it, leaving it ajar for him to enter. While waiting for him, you heard heavy footfalls echoing in the stairwell, a sound that brought a soft smile to your face.

“Hey, baby.” Dean greeted as soon as he reached the top of the stairs. His green eyes sparkled with mischief as he approached you. “Miss me?” He questioned, standing in the doorway with an irresistible grin on his face.

You let out a light giggle before reaching up to grip his collar, pulling his face closer to yours. Dean’s hands found your hips while yours wrapped around his neck. Both of you were drawn to each other, pulling as close as physically possible.

As the two of you pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, the both of you just staring at each other, taking in the new tiny details of your guy’s faces. Dean’s frown line had become just the slightest bit more pronounced, most likely from Sam’s terrible jokes. And the small imprint between your eyebrows had become more pronounced, due to the constant furrowing from scowling at your boss every time he assigned you more hours, claiming it was because there was work that still needed to be done, but you knew it was because he wanted to see you walked out of the short skirt and tight button up that he called a “work uniform”. It was disgusting really, but you needed a job and you weren’t really complaining about the extra money that flowed in.

“Coffee?” You questioned making Dean laugh softly, a sound you would never get tired of.

“Nothing sounds better.” Dean smiled before you led him into your apartment, letting him sit at the small circle dining table while you made your way into the kitchen. “Is that a new painting?” Dean called out as he stared at the strange painting that sat on the wall in front of him.

“Yeah,” You called back as you poured the coffee grounds into the filter. “I bought it at an auction last week.” You smiled as an image of the painting came into your mind.

“Why?” Dean continued to stare at the painting.

“Because it’s beautiful.” You rolled your eyes as you walked out of the kitchen and to the table. “It’s beautiful, don’t you agree?” You smiled as you took a seat on his lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist.

“It’s…” Dean trailed off. “It’s something.”

You rolled your eyes with a small chuckle. “You’ve never been one for art, have you?” You asked as you shifted in his lap, now sitting sideways across his legs. “You’ve never had the vision.” You shook your head as you wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck.

“I have the vision.” Dean protested.

“Yeah, sure.” You laughed before leaning down and pressing your lips against his.

“I’ve missed this.” Dean sighed against your lips making you smile into the kiss. As the kiss got deeper and more passionate, Dean gripped your waist before maneuvering you so you were straddling his hips, your chests pressed together. “Shit…” Dean spoke breathlessly as your hips began to grind down and your chest moved against his, while your lips traveled from his down to his neck.

Just as Dean’s hands began to make their way under your shirt, you pulled back with a smirk. “I gotta check the coffee.” You smiled innocently as you got off his lap, making Dean groan.

“You can’t just leave me like this!” Dean called out as you walked away. “You’re a cruel woman!”

“But I’m your cruel woman.” You called back making Dean smirk.

“Damn straight,” Dean spoke making you let out a laugh as you grabbed two coffee cups, the gold cursive that spelled His and Hers on either cup shining in the dim kitchen light.

“Peppermint or Almond Joy?” You questioned as you opened your fridge, staring at the two creamers that sat on the door.

“Almond Joy,” Dean answered making you grab the creamer, pouring in just the perfect amount before putting it back.

“Here you go.” You smiled as you handed Dean his mug before taking a seat in front of him, the man instantly taking a drink.

“You know, you should start a coffee shop.” You let out a laugh at Dean’s words before shaking your head.

“I made coffee in a coffee pot and put some store-bought coffee creamer in it.” Dean rolled his eyes as he set his mug on the table.

“Still.” Dean shrugged before taking off his coat and throwing it on the table.

“No. Nuh-uh. Nada.” You scoffed. “Pick up your coat and hang it up.”

“I’ll hang it up before we go to the room.” Dean shrugged making you roll your eyes.

“You know,” You began as you stood, grabbing the coat and making your way to your coat rack. “This shit won’t fly when we have a place of our own.”

“A place of our own?” Dean questioned with a grin as you hung up the coat.

“Mhm.” You nodded as you made your way back over. “One day, we’re gonna have a big house in a nice neighborhood,” You went to walk past Dean but he grabbed your hips, pulling you to straddle his waist once again.

“Really?” Dean questioned as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yep.” You popped the ‘P’. “And we’re gonna get married, and have a small wedding. Just me, you, Sam, and our parents.” You and Dean smiled at the thought. “And then, we’re gonna settle down in a nice white-collar neighborhood,” Dean rolled his eyes at the mention of ‘White-collar’ making you smack the back of his head lightly. “Hey! I’m sick of living in this shitty town where I have to worry about my apartment getting robbed every waking moment.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean nodded. “Continue.”

“Anyways, we’re going to have a nice big house, white with blue shutters, a large porch, and a room with a view of the water.” You ran your hands through the hair at the base of his neck. “And we’re gonna have two kids.”

“Is that right?” Dean grinned as he pulled you closer to him.

“Mhm.” You hummed. “One boy, one girl, and their names will be Sarah and Charlie. Sarah will look like me and Charlie will look like you. And they’re going to grow up with Uncle Sam as their babysitter so we can still go on dates and have time to ourselves.” Dean chuckled softly.

“That sounds perfect.” Dean smiled softly before placing a kiss on your lips. “But, before that nice big future can happen,” Dean began. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” You questioned as you leaned back slightly.

“It’s about my job,” Dean told you making your heart drop.

“You’re not moving are-”

“No. God no.” Dean shook his head making you let out a sigh of relief. “Now, I know you may not believe me or you might think I’m crazy,” Dean began.

“You’re scaring me.” You frowned softly.

“Long story short, I’m a supernatural hunter,” Dean spoke making your eyebrows furrow. “I have to leave all the time because all over the states, murders pop up that have no reasonable explanations, so I go and check them out. And more times than not, there’s something not human there, so I have to kill him so the thing can’t hurt anyone else.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you made your way off his lap. “Baby, I know this all sounds crazy-”

“I can’t believe it.” You shook your head as you stared at the man. “I cannot fucking believe it.” You scoffed as you began to walk away, but Dean quickly stood up, catching your wrist before you could get too far. “Let go of me!” You screamed as you yanked your wrist back.

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t call me that!” You cut Dean off. “Don’t you ever call me that!”

“Can we just sit back down and talk about this?” Dean pleaded as he stared at you, but you simply shook your head.

“Get your things, and get out.” You spoke making Dean’s eyes widen.

“No, come on, you don’t mean that.” Dean shook his head. “Let’s just sit back down, and we can talk about this.”

“Get your things,” You pointed your finger to your room. “And get out.” You glared at the man in front of you before making your way to the door.

“Where are you going?” Dean called after you.

“Out.” You answered simply as you grabbed your keys and coat. “I expect you and your things to be gone by the time I get back.” You spoke calmly, even though your eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Baby, please-” Dean pleaded, and you could have sworn you heard his voice crack but you shrugged it off.

“I expect you and your things to be gone by the time I get back.” You repeated your words before walking out the door.

𝕵𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗

welcome to my little corner of the world! i hope you enjoy your stay!

𝕬 𝕱𝖊𝖜 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖊

my name is jillian, obviously. i am eighteen and have been writing for years. i enjoy country music and star gazing, i read for fun and write for comfort.

i'm a huge fan of horror and the supernatural. except ouija boards. i hate ouija boards. they creep me out. i love researching and writing essays ( i'm a strange person, don't question it. ).