REQUESTED BY: BeautifulMax2001

You shot up in your bed as you heard the sound of glass breaking. You gently shook Luke who was sleeping next to you, trying to wake him up, but he was fast asleep. You heard footsteps in your apartment, outside your bedroom door that was currently shut.

Your heart began to race, but you took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm yourself. Panicking when you have to fight for your life is how you end up dead. You looked beside you for a weapon. There was a nightstand next to you. In the bottom drawer, there was a silver knife and holy water.

You quietly got out of the bed and grabbed both. You opened the bedroom door and softly stepped through your apartment, trying to sneak up on whatever was in your apartment. It was pitch black outside due to it being the middle of the night, but you could see a shadow.

The smell of sulfur began to fill your nose as you tucked the silver knife away. You walked into the living room and you saw the silhouette of a man sitting on your couch. You turned the light on and the man smiled at you in a sinister way.

"Ah, the missing Winchester," the man said, crossing one leg over the other. "We've been looking for you," he told you. "You might not be so happy that you found me," you stated, unscrewing the cap to the holy water flask that you had.

You threw it at the demon and he began screaming and writhing in pain as you began reciting the exorcism that you had memorized during your time with Sam and Dean. The demon's screams must have woken Luke up as he came rushing into the room asking, "What the hell is going on in here?"

You looked at Luke like a deer caught in headlights before remembering to continue the exorcism. You picked up where you left off, but Luke came in front of you and said, "Y/N, stop it! What are you even saying?"

"I'll explain later, I have to finish!" you replied with a sense of urgency, trying to finish what you were saying but he stopped you again. "No, you need to explain now," he stated, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared deep into your soul.

Even if you wanted to continue the exorcism, at that point it was too late. The demon got up from where he had fallen on the ground and ran out the same window he had broken into. "Damn it," you said, frustrated that the demon got away.

"Tell me what's going on," Luke said, his voice dangerously low. He wanted the truth and he wanted it now. You sat down on the couch with a sigh and told him, "There are things out there. Things that you wouldn't believe, things that you might have thought to only be urban myths and legends."

"What are you talking about?" he questioned. "Demons, werewolves, vampires. Hell, even angels. They all exist!" you explained. You expected him to laugh at you, or to tell you were crazy. But, instead, he just rolled his eyes and said, "Fine, don't tell me."

A look of confusion crossed your face as he began to walk away and you stood up saying, "Wait! I'm telling you the truth Luke, you have to believe me." He turned to face you and said, "Look I get that you have a past that I wasn't a part of. And, if you don't want to tell me, then whatever, but at least have enough respect not lie to my face."

You tried to defend yourself once more, but he made a motion with his hand signaling that he had heard enough as he grabbed his keys, and walked out the door. You sighed as you sat back down wondering how to make him understand where you were coming from.

You eventually made your way back into your room and fell asleep again. While you were sleeping, Luke must have come back into the apartment to grab some clothes for work later. He left a note saying he wouldn't be back until he got off and not to come to the bar because he didn't want to talk to you right now.

You wanted to fix things between you and Luke, but right now you had to focus on the demon. You couldn't make things better if it killed either one of you.

You were fixing yourself breakfast when you heard a knock on your door. You opened the door to reveal a confused-looking Sam and Dean Winchester. "What are you doing here?" they asked in unison.

"No, what are you doing here? I live here," you replied. "This is where you live?" Sam asked. "Yeah, with Luke," you responded, noting the disapproving look Dean gave you at your words. "Were you attacked last night?" Dean asked, concern written all over his face.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you asked, "How did you know?" That was all the confirmation the Winchesters needed as Sam questioned, "Can we come in?" You nodded your head and allowed the brothers to enter as you closed the door behind them. "Wow, nice place," Dean stated as he walked through it.

"Thank you," you replied, joining them in the living room. "What happened last night?" Sam questioned, looking at the broken window that the demon had gotten in through. "I'm not sure honestly. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone breaking in. It smelled like sulfur, so I grabbed my holy water and threw it at him. I began an exorcism, but Luke stopped me, and the demon got away," you explained.

"Idiot," Dean muttered under his breath, but you heard him loud and clear. "He didn't know any better. For all he knew I had lost my mind," you defended, shooting Dean a warning look. Dean held up his hands in an apologetic way.

"Do you know why he was here?" Sam asked, trying to relieve the tension. "No, but from what he said, it sounds like some demons have been trying to track me down for a while now." "So, you're the target, not Luke?" Dean questioned. "As far as I can tell," you answered.

"When does Luke get home tonight?" Dean questioned. "Not until late, around eleven o'clock," you replied. "That's good. If you're the target, we can set a trap for the demon. He'll probably come back for you, demons are stupid like that," Dean explained his thoughts.

"Okay, sounds good, well I have pretty much everything in my car. I didn't get rid of any of my old hunting stuff just in case something ever came looking for me," you explained, grabbing your keys and leading the Winchesters out to your car.

You grabbed the gear you were referring to, handing Dean a can of red spray paint and handing Sam some holy water. You went back into your apartment and moved the rug that lay in the living room, partly underneath your couch.

Dean then painted a devil's trap with the red spray paint. The three of you talked about a plan, waiting for the day to go by a bit more. "So, what are you guys still doing in Tennessee?" you asked, trying to make small talk.

"Dean refused to leave," Sam replied, earning a bitch face and a punch in the shoulder from Dean. You chuckled at that as you turned your attention to Dean, waiting for him to continue. "I just didn't want to leave until we had a chance to talk is all," Dean added, slightly embarrassed.

You wanted to know what he had to say, but right now was not the time. You currently had a demon problem and despite the fight earlier, things were still good between you and Luke. "How's baby?" you asked, making Dean smile. "She's good, she misses you though," Dean said, making you laugh.

You had a lot of good memories in that car with the Winchesters. It's where you spent most of your time with them until you got the Bunker. You couldn't help but want to take a ride in it again someday.

"How did you meet Luke?" Sam questioned curiously, ignoring the look that Dean got on his face when he asked. "At the bar. He was bartending the night I arrived in Tennessee, and after over ten whiskeys, he thought it would be a good idea if I had a place to sleep that wasn't my car," you explained.

Dean didn't like Luke. He doesn't like anything that takes something from him. But, he couldn't help but smile at your meeting with Luke. "Let me guess, he and half the bar probably just thought you were some city girl," he told you.

You smiled and said, "Yeah, they did. They quickly learned that I wasn't when I outdrank everyone there though. I have you to thank for that." Dean proudly smirked at the acknowledgment of him being the one who taught you how to handle your liquor.

"You're welcome," he replied. "I'm not so sure that's a good thing," Sam added, making you and Dean both laugh. Dean just shrugged his shoulders and three of you spent the next few hours catching up.

When it got to be dark outside, Dean and Sam decided it would be best if they left you alone in the living room, because if they were there, it would scare the demon off. You spent your time alone on your couch, reading a book and texting Sam and Dean occasionally to let them know the demon still hadn't shown up.

It was about 10:30 at night when the demon finally showed up. "Look what we have here," the demon said, entering your living room. You looked up and closed your book, standing up from the couch with an angry look on your face.

There was no need to text Sam and Dean that the demon was here, you were sure they could hear. "What are you going to do? Throw some more holy water at me? That won't work this time. I came prepared," the demon stated, walking until he was standing right in front of you.

You smirked at the demon as you moved away from him, picking up the corner of the rug so that he could see the devil's trap. "So did I," you stated. The demon looked beyond frustrated as he started cussing you out.

But, Sam and Dean entered the room, making the demon stop talking. "When did the group band back together?" he asked, a smirk on his face. Dean didn't respond, he just began the exorcism. You and Sam watched as the demon began struggling inside the devil's trap, trying to find any way out of the situation.

After a couple of minutes, Dean reached the end of the exorcism and the demon let out a loud scream as a cloud of black smoke left the demon. "What the hell was that?" Luke's voice suddenly echoed through the apartment.

"Luke?" you asked, surprised to see him standing there. You hadn't even heard him come into the apartment. "You are the guys from the bar right? What the hell are you doing here?" Luke asked, anger bubbling out of him. "Hey, take it easy, we're just helping Y/N out," Dean stated.

"I don't need to take it easy. You all need to explain what is going on, right now," Luke replied, not backing down. "Dean, Sam, I can handle this, please," you told them, silently asking them to go with your eyes. They both looked hesitant but agreed to let you handle it on your own, leaving to go back to their motel.

"Luke, I know that it's a lot to take in, but I was telling you the truth earlier when I told you that there are things that exist that you would have never thought of. I used to hunt those things with Sam and Dean, the two guys who were here. The guy who broke in last night was a demon, they were helping me send it back to Hell. I know how it sounds, but I'm not crazy. You have to believe me," you explained.

Luke was expressionless as he listened to what you were saying. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke. "Look, Y/N, I don't know if you're telling the truth or not, but even if you are, this is too much for me to handle. You've got stuff going on that I can't be a part of, so I'm sorry but this is over. I need you to move out," he replied.

You felt your heart break as you said, "Luke, wait. Please, can't we talk about this? We can work it out." He shook his head firmly though and told you, "I love you, but I can't. I need you out by the end of the night."

He then left the apartment again as you felt the tears began to stream down your face as he slammed the door shut behind him and flashes came back to your mind from the night that Dean did the same thing to you.

There were clear differences between the two situations, but there were also many similarities as you packed your things all up in your bags and placed them in your car. You started your car and instead of just driving, you thought for a moment.

Where were you going to go this time? Some random state? No. You didn't want to be on your own. You took a deep breath before figuring out which motel Sam and Dean were staying at and making your way there.

You convinced the receptionist to tell you what room the Winchesters were in and you softly knocked on their door. Sam opened it, looking confused and concerned as he saw your tear-stained cheeks. He wanted to ask what happened but before he could, you practically threw yourself in his arms, wanting the comfort of your best friend.

Sam immediately hugged you back, somewhat knowing what had happened. He helped you inside the room and shut the door, helping you sit down on one of the motel beds. "Sammy, who was at the door?" Dean asked, coming out of the bathroom.

He looked at your broken form and felt anger immediately rising up in him as you explained what happened. "Well, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you want to," Sam stated, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Thank you, Sammy," you replied. He gave you a warm smile and Dean grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked out of the motel room.

"Is he okay?" you asked Sam. "Honestly, he's been different since the night we saw you at the bar. You should go talk to him," Sam suggested. You nodded your head and agreed, walking outside as well.

You found Dean leaning up against the Impala, drinking his beer. "Hey," you said softly. He smirked in acknowledgment before replying, "Hey." "Thank you for your help tonight," you told him and he shrugged in response, "It was no problem."

You both sat in awkward silence for a moment before Dean said, "He's an idiot by the way." You looked at Dean, silently asking him to continue. "I would know, letting you go was the worst mistake of my life. Demon or not," Dean added. You felt your heart begin to race as you looked at Dean. "What do you mean?" you asked, wanting him to clarifying.

You were tired of basing your and Dean's relationship on hopes and assumptions. You wanted clear proof of what he was getting at. Dean downed the rest of his beer before telling you, "Y/N, the things I said to you when I was a demon, I meant none of them, you know that, right? I was trying to leave before Sammy came back and you weren't letting me. I panicked and said things that I never should have.

"It's okay, Dean. I never expected you to feel the same way about me," you replied. "Yeah, well that's the problem. I did feel the same way about you. I just wasn't man enough to do anything about it," he stated.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you couldn't help the smile that began to form at his words. "Well, what about now?" you asked him, making him look at you with hope in his eyes. "Isn't it too late for me?" he questioned. You shrugged your shoulders in response and said, "It's better late than never."

Dean didn't hesitate after those words as he crashed his lips to yours, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer. You instantly kissed back, running your fingers through his hair and slightly tugging. Dean pushed you up against the car and deepened the kiss.

But, the moment was soon cut short by Sam yelling, "Dean, we got a problem!" Dean pulled back at his words and the two of you just stared at each other for a moment, trying to process what just happened. "Come on, let's go see what's up," you told him, beginning to walk back to the motel room.

As you were walking Dean interlaced his fingers with yours making you smile as you approached the motel door. "What's up Sammy?" he asked, opening the door. As soon as the door swung open, you dropped Dean's hand as both of you pulled out your guns.

Sam was standing in the middle of the room with his hands on his head as Luke stood behind him with a gun aimed at Sam's head "Luke? What the hell are you doing?" you asked him. "Don't you get it Y/N? They're the reason we're apart. If I eliminate them, then we can be together," Luke told you.

You looked at him like he had lost his mind as you said, "Luke, you walked out of my life, and Sam and Dean had nothing to do with it. I loved you, but you-." You were cut off by Luke starting to laugh.

You looked between Sam and Dean, trying to figure out what was happening. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just couldn't listen to that anymore. I'm just messing with you Y/N. Luke isn't here anymore," he said, flashing his black demon eyes.

You felt guilty and sad as you realized that a demon had possessed Luke. But, you needed to stay focused. If you let yourself be vulnerable you could end up getting Sam and Dean killed as well as yourself.

"Who are you?" you asked the demon, trying to figure out why they possessed Luke. "I'm karma, bitch. You know that demon you sent back to Hell earlier? That was my best friend. You took him from me and now I'm coming to make sure you reap what you sow," 'Luke' stated with a sinister smirk.

He then used his gun to smack Sam in the head who immediately fell to the ground. You then began fighting the demon and you held your own pretty good until he flung you into the wall. You hit your head and struggled to get up.

But, just as you did, you saw Dean stab Luke with the demon blade. The demon screamed in pain as he collapsed to the ground. You slowly got up and kneeled next to Luke's dead body, gently stroking his face. "Y/N, I'm sorry," Dean said, looking down at the blade in his hand, waiting for you to storm out or tell him you hate him for killing Luke.

"It wasn't him," you responded, getting up from Luke's body. You let a tear stream down your face as memories of you and Luke flashed through your mind. Sam and Dean helped you have a proper funeral for him, and you said your goodbyes.

When you were done, you returned to the motel room with Sam and Dean. "So what's next for you?" Sam asked as he handed you a beer. "I want to come home," you responded, giving the brothers a soft smile to which they responded with one of their own.

"Yeah?" Dean asked hopefully. "Yeah," you replied with a smile, interlacing your fingers with his. Sam let the large smile spread across his face as he asked, "Wait a second, are you guys finally together?" You and Dean looked at each and you both smiled, unable to hide the blush. "We still have a lot to talk about," you began and Dean added, "And a lot to apologize for."

You squeezed his hand gently letting him know that you forgave him and Sam just sat there with a smirk, already coming up with a million different ways to tease the both of you. "Let's get some rest. We can go back home tomorrow," Sam suggested.

You agreed and you and Dean slept in the same bed as Sam slept in the other. Dean pulled you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he rested his head against yours. This is the moment he had dreamt about all those years.

The road to where the two of you were now was bumpy. It had a lot of speed bumps and a few stop signs. But, that didn't matter anymore because you had reached the destination. The two of you were together. Things weren't going to be perfect. They never were. But, it wouldn't matter as long as the two of you had each other.