Wake Up

Dean's POV

I was talking to Sam in the kitchen as I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, he still found something suspicious about Y/n and me but I did my best not to let on.

"So, you and Y/n... why were you in your room?" Sam leaned his elbows on the table expectingly.

I grabbed two beers for Sam and I and handed one to him. "There's nothing to tell, I was just showing her around." I replied nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders.

"Oh I bet, Cas told me what happened."

I froze for a moment as Sam smirked at me..I knew the more I denied anything happened, the more Sam knew something happened.

Y/n walked into the kitchen and as soon as she saw me, she hid her face from me and didn't meet my gaze.

Sam smirked from his spot at the table, I glared at him.

She walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, and my helmet off the counter.

From her back pocket, she grabbed a phone and two small sharp pick like tools. She looked at something on her phone and then dug at my helmet. I looked at her worriedly.

"Uh hey, what are you doing?"

She didn't look up from her task. "Designing your helmet."

I got up from the table and walked over towards her to see what she was doing. I could still feel Sam's glance from the table.

She noticed that I was beside her and she shoved my shoulder, insisting I leave and it see the design.

"No, leave. You can't see it till its done." She shoved harder against my chest. I stood my ground and smirked down at her.

I heard Sam snicker and he left the room. As soon as I heard the door shut to his room, I looked at Y/n darkly.

Y/n's POV (Finally!)

Dean eyes me darkly, and I knew what he was wanting...but I also knew of his promise, keep me frustrated. I thought for a moment on how I could get out of that, then It hit me, be such a tease, that he couldn't take it anymore. The perfect plan began to form in my head.

He placed his hand under my chin, lifting my head up look at him. I gave him a faint smile. He smirked darkly. I tried to step back, but Dean grabbed my hips and pulled me against him. I had a decision to make on this, should I be the bigger tease? Or stick to my mission at hand and avoid all this?

Then again, me doing this would make Dean like me more. He's the one I have to impress. I thought.

I decided to let my dark side show and let myself go. No more worrying about the consequences. I wrapped my hands around his neck,making sure that the tips of my fingers were tangled slightly in his hair. I tugged at it slightly, Dean closed his eyes and huffed out in a mix of pleasure and annoyance.

"Good god you're really something."

I smirked. "You've said that before." I ran my left hand through the top of his hair and pulled harder. His mouth hung slack and I let go and walked out of the room.

As I walked out, I felt two hands roughly grasp my hips from behind. I'm not stupid so I knew it was Dean being angry for what I just did, then leaving.

I turned around to face him with with huge cocky smile plastered on my face.

"Do you need something, ken doll?"

His face turned from humour to anger in the span of three seconds and I will not lie, it scared me.

Dean roughly picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, I started to hit his back a little harder than expected as he walked down the hall. He smacked not my ass I guess, just very low back. But it still hurt like a bitch enough to flinch at it.

"You son of a bitch-" I hit his back. "That hurt."

A small chuckle escaped him. "Does it look like I give two shits right now?" He asked angrily.

He started to piss me off, he's being mean to me, hitting me, teasing the fuck out of me, I had had enough of it.

"Well you seem to enjoy hitting girls, so I would an asshole like you is incapable of caring." I muttered.

Dean froze. I shut my eyes tightly as I could hear and feel his footsteps getting heavier and louder. All I dared see was the darkness behind my eyelids as I was practically dropped onto his bed, I didn't dare moved so I kept my eyes firmly shut.

I heard Dean rustling around for something then It stopped. Then I felt the bed sink and creak. I felt a hand on my cheek and I slowly opened my eyes as a sad looking Dean came into view. He put his hand on my leg.

"I'm sorry for what I did, but I have something to show you."

I sat up slowly and was hesitant on what to say. Reluctantly, I was still afraid he might do something. But instead, he shuffled closer to me, holding small glossy pictures in his hands.

He flipped one over and it was a picture of a small boy with long, shaggy hair. The other boy looked about 15 years old, a baggy brown leather jacket was enveloping him, he had dirty blonde hair that was slightly spiked. The boys were smiling, but behind the older ones eyes, you could see real hurt.

Dean looked at the picture with a small smile on his face, his thumb, caressing the corner of the page.

"That's me and Sammy." He sighed, I could tell all of the memories were flooding back to him.

"Dad was out and we were at Bobby's house for the day." Dean's voice cracked at the mention of this Bobby character. "He's the one who took the picture."

I nodded slightly. He handed me another picture. This time it had a younger Dean, and Sam. With a less than smiling Castiel. Two girls, one older than the other, they looked to have been mother and daughter. Then there was a man, a little shorter than Dean, wore plaid and had a ball cap, he too was not smiling.

"The two girls, Ellen-" He pointed at the older one. "And that's Jo." He pointed to the younger one. "They were mother and daughter...family to us."

I noticed his use of the word were. I knew what happened but I just wanted to make sure.

"What happened to them?"

He sighed, not taking his eyes off the picture.

"We were trying to find Lucifer, when we did...hellhounds came and attacked Jo. We carried her to a store nearby and Ellen wouldn't leave without her. Under Jo's own free will, we made a bomb that could get rid of the hounds. She and Ellen stayed behind to save us....went out guns blazing."

I grabbed his hand, I could see him stiffen underneath the touch.

"It's alright. They're in peace." I reassured.

"Bobby, we thought of him as the father we never had...but when we were trying to stop another demon, Dick Roman. He got shot in the head..." His voice went quieter and quieter every second.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, forcing him to look at me. I could see a single tear slip down his face, and in an instant, my heart broke. I leaned in and kissed the side of his face where the tear trail was, I felt in against my lips but didn't care.

I felt him hold his breath as I continued to leave small kisses across his face. I didn't know what to do. Should I get Sam? Should I get Castiel? I had no idea what would make him feel better.

What the hell do I do? I thought.

In an instant, I felt Dean wrap his arms around me tightly, I tried my best to hug him back.

"You being here is making me better." He whispered in my ear, it sent shivers down my spine which I welcomed eagerly. But Dean needed to know something. He needed to know the truth.

I pulled out of the hug and put both my hands on his shoulders. I needed him to listen, unneeded him to believe.

"Dean, I need you to listen to me." I urged.

"Oh, believe me I am." He smiled.

"No, listen. This is not real, you need to wake up."

He blinked a few times. I knew this wasn't going to work.

"Wake up from what? This is real."

I hung my head in shame, this didn't work the first time around either.. but, I needed him to see the truth for what it really was.

"You were kidnapped by a-"

Dean?

Dean.

Dean!

Wake up!

We need you

I need you

Please wake up

Dean!

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