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2months later. When you joined them back to the bunker , Sam took out Ariadni with Castiel, leaving both of us alone. He welcomed you with two glasses of red wine and a big naughty smile. He was well dressed in a dark  grey suit ,with a darker grey tie. Opening and closing his mouth several times ,he looked at you as he see you for the first time. “Are you ok ?” you asked softly, putting your hand on his forehead. He shivered under your touch , before he said .”NO.I mean… you are so beautiful, amazing.” You giggled a bit at his words and make a small step. You wore a maxi black &white dress, and your hair

     You knew what the consequences were for doing this. This would break his heart, and you’d serve an eternity in hell. You had to do this. It was the only way you would allow this situation to go.     Sam was dead. Dean was thinking and planning, and you knew what this was leading to. You knew exactly what Dean was going to do. Bobby had left, and you stayed, but with the way Dean was acting, you weren’t going to stay for long. Dean was leaving soon, and you had to stop him.     “Dean,” you said softly, pulling his attention from Sam. You hated seeing him like this. You hated to see him so depressed.     “

There wasn’t really any chance that either of you would be sleeping any time soon, so instead of returning to bed you moved to sit in the living room. You felt awkward as you tentatively sat down on the edge of the couch, feeling more than slightly out of place in this house that was meant to be your own, whilst Dean relaxed into a large and quite comfy looking armchair nearby.   You found yourself watching Dean closely as he sank into the cushions of the chair with a deep sigh, the ex-hunter instantly looking complete as he fitted perfectly into the piece of furniture. Even if you didn’t recognise this place as your home right n

Castiel began to explain to the two of you how experiences and memories take up space within the mind. “Forgotten memories are still there, just lost or out of reach,” the angel stated matter of factly, “whereas when memories are removed via a spell or any other supernatural manner, an empty space is left where the memories once resided.” Dean was staring at Castiel as if he were trying to explain quantum physics, “Look, just cut the technical crap! Is she never going to remember me?!” The other man sighed, “She’s not even lived the memories, Dean! I’m sorry.” He paused, looking a

You sat sipping your coffee tentatively in what was apparently yours and Dean’s, surprisingly normal looking, kitchen. Your head hurt, but as you talked things through with your supposed fiancé, you were slowly beginning to calm down. As much as you could at least, considering the circumstances. “So, let me get this straight,” you began, “in this life, universe, dimension… wherever it is I am, we stopped hunting 3 years ago?”   Dean nodded with a smile, raising his mug before taking a sip. “Yep.” “And you and I are dating?” “Engaged.” He quickly corrected, look

“Ok, ok, wait a minute,” you started shakily, closing your eyes to try and organise your thoughts, “what the hell is going on?! Why are we in bed together? Why aren’t we in a crappy motel room? Why the hell am I wearing an engagement ring?? Dean, what is going on?!?” Your voice became shriller and worked up with every question you asked, panic quickly overtaking you as you then started hyperventilating.   “Whoa, whoa, hey take it easy!” Dean placed his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to calm and steady you, concern lacing his features. “Jeez, (y/n), what the hell’s gotten into you?&r

You woke up suddenly with a start, your chest rising and falling heavily with your rapid breathing, sweat covering your body and causing your (h/l, h/c) to stick to your clammy forehead. You sat up in an instant, quickly whipping your head side to side in desperate search of anything that would help disclose where you were, but you could see nothing in the pitch black room.   The sound of a groan coming from beside you caused you to jump and quickly shuffle away from where the noise had come from, sensing movement after from the opposite side of the bed to where you’d apparently woken from. Your hand fumbled beneath your pillow, knowing

It was officially 12p.m , midnight, you though, looking around you. You have so many emotions now... fear, anxious, pain, but also happiness, faith...because of dean who changed the moment he met his daughter. He was the old dean, the one and only, you chuckled on yourself...He had to be strong at the end. Your heart biting so loudly that when Crowley made his appearance on the room, you don’t even blink at his presence. “There is no way to change your minds, have I? “He questioned in a low voice, forcing himself from too scream. You took the glass of water on your hand, searching for your pills. When you found them, shal