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Despair, Dean Winchester x reader by carryonwaywardgirl, literature
Literature
Despair, Dean Winchester x reader
“DAD!” You bolt up in your bed, your dad comes running in. “Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay” Your dad walks to you, sitting down on the bed. He gently wraps his arms around you. “Dad?” “I’m here” “I’m sorry” Dean looks up to you, lifting your chin up. “Never say you’re sorry for something that isn’t your fault” “But I’m supposed to be brave” “Why do you think that?” “I am Winchester” “So am I, but even I aren’t always brave” “Yeah you are” “No, honey, I’m not, I just hide my fear” You nod, burrowing your head into his chest. After a while you say: “But I just want to be normal” “You are normal, as normal as it gets” “Dad, I am hunter” Your dad kisses your head softly. “Yeah” “Thank you” “For what?” “Everything” You hug your dad tightly. He puts his chin on top of your head. The scene starts fading to black, soon going pitch black.
Even the mighty Dean Winchester needs sleep by Thranduilsassyking, literature
Literature
Even the mighty Dean Winchester needs sleep
With the Darkness on the loose, nobody old enough around to know or remember what the hell it is or how to stop it, and it’s release being partially Dean’s fault, or so he thinks. No matter how many times Castiel tries to tell him otherwise. So for the third time in a row Castiel comes walking into the library of the bunker and sees Dean, barely conscious, staring blankly at some ancient book pulled from the seemingly bottomless supply of books in the bunker. Again Dean was surrounded by multiple emptied packages of fruit snacks laying in small piles on the table, along with stacks of books, and an abnormally large empty m
Come home, Dean Winchester x reader by carryonwaywardgirl, literature
Literature
Come home, Dean Winchester x reader
"What's going on?" "It's Dean, he.. he's gone missing" "No, no, I…he.. no he's not missing, Dean sent me a letter just a couple of days ago" "I'm so sorry, Y/N" She drops down to her knees, sobbing. "Dean was supposed to come home from the military today" you sob. Sam kneels and pulls you in a hug, he's crying too. You and him mourn for Dean. *six months later* You are walking down the street pushing a stroller. There's a ring glistening on your left hand ring finger. It has been six months since Dean was supposed to come home,six months since he went missing. You sigh, but keep walking. Then suddenly someone bumps into you, saying sorry and keeps walking. You huff, trying your damnedest to not to cry. Yet one tear manages to slip out. You quickly wipe it away, reassuring yourself that Dean's still somewhere out there. Couple of days pass, and you're again on the park, this time sitting on a bench, slightly swaying the strollers back and forth. People pass you on their way to wherever they're going. You see military vehicles drive down the street. Suddenly one of them stops, and someone gets out. You squint your eyes, trying to see who got out of the vehicle. Then he comes in your sight. "Dean?" "Hi, sweetheart" "Dean!" You rise up and run to him as fast as possible. You collapse into him, almost knocking him over. He buries his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "I've missed you, sweetheart" "I've missed you too,Dean" He pulls back, curiously checking the strollers. You walk back to the bench, grabbing the strollers handle. You push them to him. "Meet your son" He looks down at the strollers, putting his hand in, only to be grabbed by his finger by his son. He tears up and kisses you over the strollers.You break the kiss. "So how did you know it was me on that bench?" "Oh honey I'd recognize you anywhere" And most importantly, how are you here?" "I didn't go missing, I was just injured, but at the time they didn't know that, so they send you that telegram where it said I was missing in action" "So where were you this whole time?" "In a small village, healing up until I was in good enough shape to come back to you" I'm happy that you came home" "Yeah me too" He pulls you closer, other hand on your waist and another hand on the stroller.
