Summary: You use a spell to make a wish come true with unexpected results.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, OFC Sal
Word Count: 5772
Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, language, fluff, a wee bit of angst, mention of past abuse6Please respect copyright.PENANAwQtxPv1r0p
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You didn’t mean for it to happen, not really. You’d hoped sure, but that didn’t mean you were actually expecting it to work. You’d been out with your friends celebrating the long weekend but the pit of loneliness grew to a crater the moment you were home. Since you’d had a few too many beers you started researching wishes. That led you to spells and then before you knew it you were rummaging through your house for a candle and printing out a picture. You wrote your name, birthday, and wish on the picture then you folded it three times. You lit a candle and held the paper over it till it caught fire and burned out. You were tired of being alone, but you were also terrified to make a connection. After the flame went out you curled up into bed and you dreamt of him, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary; you dreamt of him often.
The next morning you wake up and as you stretch your arms out you bump into something. You shoot up and look over and there he is sitting on your bed his green eyes looking back at you. Dean Winchester. He’s leaning back on his hands with his long legs out in front of him. He’s wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and he even has his boots on. You sit staring at him unable to think or to speak. He purses his full lips then smirks at you.
“Good morning, sweetheart. And not that I’m complaining,” he says taking you in, “but who are you and how did I get here?”
“Uh,” you stammer and give him a quick smile. “My name’s Y/N and I think I brought you here.”
He gives you a slow smile.
“Did we meet at the bar?”
“No, ah,” you can feel your face flush.
He leans towards you, the bed dipping with his weight and you smell leather and whiskey.
“No, it’s not that. I, I think I summoned you.”
You wait for his response but Dean doesn’t say anything instead his flirtatiousness slips from his face.
“What’d you mean summoned?”
“Oh god, this is wildly embarrassing.”
“Spill it,” he growls.
You wince and squirm at his tone. He is terrifying and sexy and you’re having trouble concentrating.
“Ok, so I’m not a witch, I promise, but Dean, how much you know about spells?”
After you finish explaining what had happened you lead Dean out to your living room and to the couch. You grab your phone and hop into the bathroom. You text your best friend Sal.
I did something really dumb
OMG did you finally ask Simon out?
Uh, no, when can you come over?
I’m off in 20, see you in 30
K
You quickly wash your face and go back to the living room. Dean is sitting on the couch, his brow furrowed.
“And you’re sure there haven’t been any strange weather incidents or anything like that?”
“No, everything’s normal. Supernatural stuff doesn’t happen here. It only happens on ‘Supernatural’ the show.”
“Ok, why? How is it our lives are a show? What are people, sadists?”
“I’m not a sadist,” you say to him. “I’m more of a superhero kind of girl.”
“Right,” he snorts.
“Uh, you’re totally a superhero, Dean. Tragic back story, even more, tragic story-story, you save the world practically every day, you’ve made the ultimate sacrifice more than once,” you tick each one off on your fingers. “Superhero. Plus the bond you share with your brother and Castiel is endearing. And you and Sam are hot.”
You slap your hand to your mouth, you were so busy rambling on and proving your point that you forgot yourself.
Dean smirks at you.
“You think I’m hot?”
You feel the heat rising to your face and you know you’re bright red. You take a drink of your coffee and try to change the subject.
“But what I’m wondering is how do we know you’re not you in Jensen’s body?”
“Jensen? What’d you mean?”
“Well in the French Mistake-”
“The what?”
“The ‘French Mistake’ - the episodes when you went to another dimension and you and Sam were Jensen and Jared.”
“Wait the show did an episode about that?”
“Yeah.”
“And this show is still on the air?”
“Yep, for twelve years now.”
“Twelve years?!”
“Oh, and we just found out there’s going to be the 13th season. So that’s good!”
“I’m gonna need to lie down,” Dean says slumping down on the couch.
“Wait, I know, let’s check Jensen’s Twitter or his Instagram and see if he’s posted anything.”
“His what?” Dean asks looking up at you.
“His Twitter,” you say grabbing your phone. “Ok, he just posted an hour ago and you’ve been here for two, so…”
Dean sits up to look at your phone with you.
“Ooh, he’s opening a brewery!”
“Huh,” Dean says pushing out his lip and tilting his head to the side. “Maybe he’s not so bad. But if supernatural stuff doesn’t exist here then how could you have summoned me.”
“Maybe it does exist here, but only a little bit?”
At that moment the doorbell rings.
—-
Sam spent most of the night looking for Dean. He’d waited and waited at the bar but when Dean still hadn’t come back Sam went to check on him. After searching the bar with no sign of him Sam had stolen a car and driven back to the bunker.
“Cas! Dean’s missing, get here!” Sam yells.
“I can’t locate him,” Castiel says.
Sam starts at Castiel’s voice and spins around.
“What do you mean you can’t locate him? Where is he?”
“Maybe he’s warded, or maybe…”
“Maybe, what Cas?”
“Maybe he’s not in this dimension anymore. When you and Dean were transported by Balthazar there was a similar, vacancy.”
Sam grips his hair in both of his hands and paces back and forth.
“What does that mean?”
“It means we can find him, but I’m going to need a few things,” Castiel says and then he’s gone.
“Great,” Sam says dropping his hands to his sides.
—-
“And you’re sure he’s not Jensen?” Sal asks as she walks into your living room.
Dean rolls his eyes.
“He’s definitely not Jensen,” you say to Sal. “Dean, this is my friend Sal. Sal, this is Dean.”
“Hey,” Dean says holding out his hand.
“Hey,” Sal says twirling a piece of her long, dark hair and staring at him starry-eyed.
Dean shoves his hand in his pockets looking increasingly uncomfortable.
“Ok, Sal,” you say and she looks over to you.
“Sorry, it’s just, Dean,” Sal gestures to him. “DEAN.”
“I know, but can we tell you what happened?”
You and Dean sit on the couch and Sal take the seat across from you. After you tell her your story she turns to Dean.
“So, Dean, what were you doing right before you ended up here?”
“Sam and I were at a bar talking about a case we were working on. He was getting on my nerves so I told him I needed to hit the head. The last thing I remember is walking down the hall to the bathroom.”
“Alright,” Sal says. “Because I love you so much, Y/N I’ll go home and see if I can find any information on this spell you cast. I’ll let you know when I find something.”
Sal stands up and starts for the door.
“Nice to meet you, Dean,” she calls as you walk her to the door.
“You too, Sal.”
As you open the door to see her out she whispers to you.
“You have Dean Winchester in your house. If you don’t make a move on him I will kill you.”
“Ok, Sal,” you laugh. “Call me.”
“Bye,” she waves.
You close the door locking the bolt, the door handle, and bar stop at the top then you lean up against it taking a moment before pushing off to check on your house guest.
“So why did you ask Sal to check on this stuff? I can do research.”
“Yeah, we will, but Sal, she’s got more of a hacker approach. You know the dark web and all that.”
“Well, let’s get started,” Dean claps his hands together.
“Let me grab my laptop,” you say going to your room.
You come back in and hand Dean the laptop.
“You wanna get started while I make us some food?”
“Ok, what’s your password,” Dean says opening your laptop.
Your face goes red and you snatch the laptop back from him.
“I’ll just get you logged in,” you quickly type in your password, DeanGirl27, and hand it back to him.
He smirks at you but doesn’t say anything. You head into the kitchen to make some dinner. An hour later Dean walks into the kitchen.
“Mmm, something smells good,” he says opening the fridge.
He pulls out two beers. He twists the tops off and hands one to you, before taking a pull from the other leaning against the counter.
“Thanks,” you say, taking a drink.
“What are you making?”
“I make a big meal every few days so I don’t have to cook all the time. So we’re having beef stew.”
“Can I set up the table?”
“Sure, thanks. Silverware’s over there,” you point to the drawer by the fridge, “and cups are in the cabinet above.”
Dean gets the table set while you check on the stew. Twenty minutes later you’re sitting at the table each of you has a bowl of stew, a few slices of French bread, and a beer. You watch as Dean digs in taking huge bites and chasing them down with bread and beer.
“How is it?”
“You’re a damn good cook,” Dean says with a full mouth.
“Well, there’s plenty so have as much as you like,” you smile.
When you finish dinner Dean helps you clear the table. As you wash the dishes, you pass the clean ones to him while he dries them. Finally, you sit down together to review what he found online.
“From what you told me about the spell you used I’ve found it was just a wish manifestation and not even a powerful one. It shouldn’t be too hard to reverse.”
“What do we need to do?”
“I’m still working on that.”
“Ok, well, I’m exhausted. I’ve got a pillow and a few extra blankets. Are you ok to sleep on the couch?”
“I’ve slept in worse places, sweetheart.”
You pull yourself up from the couch to get the bedding. As you come back down the hall you see Dean sitting on the couch untying his boots. You hold the pillow and blankets to your chest while you watch his broad back and shoulders move as he removes his boots. You shake yourself and walk over to him, placing the bedding on the couch.
“Dean,” he looks up at you. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok –”
“No, it’s not. If I’d known that this was actually possible I never would have done it. It’s not fair to you and when I think about Sam…”
Dean gently grabs your wrist sending sparks through your body. You swallow trying to keep calm.
“Sam’s fine. I bet he and Cas are already working on a way to get me back.”
“Ok,” you nod your head. “If you need anything let me know.”
“Sure thing, Y/N.”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
—-
“Cas where are you?” Sam says to himself.
He leans back in his chair glaring at the open books littering the library table.
Suddenly Castiel is standing next to him.
“I’ve found most of what we need. I just need a few more items,” Cas says pushing books out of the way and placing the items on the table.
“Can I help you?”
“No.”
Sam stands next to him as Castiel finishes setting out all the items.
“I’m going to go get the rest,” Castiel says and he’s gone again.
Sam sits back down and continues reading.
—-
He’s chasing you again and you can’t get your legs to move. You feel like you’re walking waist-deep in wet sand. Suddenly he’s on top of you and you scream out.
You wake up with a start as Dean runs into your bedroom.
“Y/N? You ok?”
A thin film of sweat covers your body and you struggle to untangle yourself from your bedding.
“I’m ok,” you croak. “I just need some water.”
You reach over to your nightstand and turn on the lamp. Dean sits on the bed next to you as you take a drink from your water bottle.
“Was it a nightmare?”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
You set the bottle back on the nightstand and look at him. Dean brushes your hair back from your face.
“Does that happen a lot?”
“Define a lot,” you laugh mirthlessly.
“You sure you’re ok?”
“It’s no big deal, I’m fine,” you move away from him looking down.
“You know, you have a lot of locks on your doors for someone who’s fine.”
“What?” you look up at him.
“I can’t go to sleep without doing a full sweep,” Dean shrugs. “What’re all the locks for Y/N?”
“It’s nothing; really, this just isn’t the best neighborhood.”
“Right. And that’s why you have a gun above the fridge?”
“Geez, you’re thorough.”
Dean just gives you a look.
“It’s just an old boyfriend,” you look down again, surprised you’re telling him this.
“Did he hurt you?”
“Yeah, but I survived and I got away,” you say lifting your face to look at him.
“You did.”
Dean gazes at you for so long you almost look down to break eye contact. You’re suddenly very aware he is only wearing a t-shirt and boxers.
“Ok, good night, again. Get some sleep, princess,” Dean says before standing and walking to the door.
“Goodnight, Dean.”
—-
You wake up the next morning and tiptoe to the bathroom. You’re not going to let Dean see you with bed head twice in a row. You hop in the shower and get ready. When you come back out Dean is up and making coffee in the kitchen.
“Good morning, princess.”
“Good morning. Are you making coffee?”
“Yeah, took me about 10 minutes to find everything but, coffee’s ready.”
“Mmm,” you smile. “Thank you.”
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” he asks.
“More research?”
“I did some more research while you were in the shower.”
“What’d you find?”
“Not much more than what I found last night, I hope your friend Sal gets something off the dark web.”
“If there’s nothing we can do on the research side what would you like to do?”
“Could we go to the Grand Canyon?” Dean smiles so wide his eyes crinkle.
“You must have done some other research,” you laugh. “But I don’t see why not.”
“Awesome, I’ll hop in the shower,” Dean says and he runs down the hall to the bathroom.
“Ok, I’ll make breakfast,” you call after him.
After breakfast, you drive about an hour and a half to the Grand Canyon. On the drive up Dean peppers you with questions about your life and what life is like in this dimension. You’re happy to answer all of them and you have a few of your own you’ve been dying to ask. The drive goes quickly and when you finally reach the Grand Canyon Dean just stands and stares.
You finally grab his hand and pull him over to the Skywalk. You buy tickets and the two of you walk out onto the glass. You’ve been here before so you spend your time watching Dean. At first, he moves cautiously and you notice a glimmer of apprehension in his eyes. But as you pull him with you he gets more comfortable with the sensation of feeling like he’s walking on air. You let his hand go and he walks to the middle of the arc. You quickly pull out your phone and snap a picture of him before walking over marveling at the sight with him. The craggy red rocks from the other side of the canyon seem almost close enough to touch. Dean slips his hand around yours, lacing your fingers with his. The butterflies inside you are fluttering so rapidly you’re sure that, if not for Dean’s hand, you’d be floating away. You turn smiling at him; he smiles back at you with glittering green eyes. Walking back your hands remain laced and it’s finally time to drive back.
“That was awesome!” Dean says as you get back into your car.
You don’t talk as much on the way back home, instead, Dean goes through your music collection and you listen to music talking about your favorite songs and bands every so often. When you get home you see that Sal texted you, so you text her back telling her to come over.
“Sal’s coming over in about an hour. You want to order a pizza?”
“Sure,” Dean says.
The pizza arrives just before Sal. You and Dean are on the couch munching on slices when the doorbell rings.
—-
“Sam,” Castiel says and Sam jumps up from the table.
“You got everything?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, what are we waiting for? Let’s do it.”
“Very well.”
Castiel recites the spell using the ingredients and nothing happens.
“I don’t understand,” Castiel says confused.
“What happened?”
“I was precise.”
“Why didn’t it work? What do we do now?”
—-
“Hi Dean,” Sal says wiggling her fingers as she walks into the living room.
“Hey,” Dean says with a mouthful of pizza.
“Mmm, pizza,” Sal says taking a slice.
“So what’d you find?” you ask sitting down next to Dean.
He hands you your plate of pizza and you both sit back.
Sal smiles as she plops down in the chair across from you.
“Well, I have some more questions for you, Dean.”
“Shoot.”
“Could you tell me specifically what you were thinking about or saying right before everything went blank?’
“I don’t know I was just grumbling about the case and Sam I guess.”
“Specifically.”
Dean huffs.
“I was thinking that I would love to be anywhere but here with this stupid case and my stubborn brother.”
“I knew it!”
“Knew what?” you ask.
“From what I’ve found there’s only one way that a spell-like this can work. And it’s almost unheard of. Dean was wishing he was somewhere else just as you were wishing for him. At, like, the exact same time.”
“So, did your research say anything about reversing it?” Dean asks.
“That was a little less clear.”
“Well was there anything?”
“The only thing that I could find was that the wish has to run its course.”
“What does that mean?” you ask.
Sal shrugs.
“Well, I’ve got to get going. See you, kids, later,” Sal says getting up and walking to the door.
You unlock the door and let her out.
“Thanks, Sal.”
“Did you make a move?” Sal whispers.
“No, now get out of here,” you push her out the door.
You lock all the locks and go back to the living room.
Your butt buzzes and you grab your phone. Sal sent you a text.
I’ll kill you if you don’t
You laugh to yourself opening the pizza box and grabbing another slice. You sit back on the couch and start to eat.
“So what do you think it means?” you ask Dean in between bites.
Dean shrugs as he eats.
“After we eat we can do a little more research of our own.”
“Sounds good.”
After a completely fruitless research session, you stretch. You look over and find Dean watching you.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Dean says giving a short shake of his head.
“I’m gonna pack it in. You ok, you need anything?”
“I’m good.”
“Ok,” you stand. “Goodnight.”
Dean stands and gently grabs your arms turning you to look at him.
“It’s just…”
Dean steps toward you and moves his hands from your arm to your face. You can’t help the sharp intake of breath as he dips down and lightly kisses you. He pulls back to look at you, his green eyes glimmering. You tip up on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing him back. Dean pulls you into him as you part your lips and let his tongue slide in. You moan into his mouth, tingles rippling down your spine. You move to get closer to him and slip your hands under his shirt. He scoops you up causing you to cry out in surprise. Dean laughs as he carries you to your bedroom. He sets you down at the foot of your bed and you recapture his mouth more urgently this time. You tug his flannel off his shoulders and break the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head before removing your own. His lips are back on yours as his hand slides up around the back of your head.
You remove your jeans working the button on Dean’s as he kisses down your neck. Stepping out of his jeans he moves you towards the bed. You slide back and he crawls over you. Dean props himself up on his elbow and looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. Dipping down, his lips connect with yours and he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. You run your fingers up his neck and into his hair as Dean kisses down your neck to your breasts. He pulls your bra down exposing your breast and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You moan and lift against him as he swirls his tongue around your hardened bud. He moves his hand to the other breast teasing your nipple with his thumb. He peppers a trail of kisses down your stomach. When he reaches your hip you shift away giggling at the tickle of his lips on your sensitive skin. He gives you a playful wink before grabbing your hips and holding them down. As he plants kisses at the juncture of your hips, you grab his hair and pull eliciting a growl from him.
Dean slips his fingers under your panties while you lift your hips and he slides them off. He kisses up your thigh inhaling the scent of you as he feathers little licks around your folds.
“You taste so sweet.”
He kisses up to your clit and gives it a quick flick; you quiver and squeeze your legs around his head. He pushes his calloused finger into you slowly dragging it along your walls before pulling it back out, the sensation leaves you wanting and you grip the sheets. He repeats the motion as he swirls your clit with his tongue and you drop your head back with a moan. Dean adds another finger and increases the pace. Your walls start to flutter when he curls his fingers to brush over the sensitive mound. He sucks your clit between his soft lips undulating his tongue over the swollen bud and you come hard.
“Oh, god, Dean!”
You pull him towards you, your lips crashing onto his. You grab his cock through his boxers and stroke as your need to feel him inside you builds. You desperately shove his boxers out of the way and he kicks them off. You line up his cock as you wrap your legs around him and pull him into your dripping core. Dean lets out a low moan when his base meets your pelvis, hesitating a moment before sliding back to thrust into your thrumming heat. He continues the slow drags and quick thrusts, each time he slams into you you lift your hips to meet his thrusts. You run your hands up his neck and into his hair as he sucks a mark into your neck. He kisses up to your ear and whispers.
“I’m close, Y/N.”
“Me too,” you whisper stroking his face.
Dean’s hand finds yours and you lock your fingers together. His pace increases and he rolls his hips forward dragging against your g-spot. Your orgasm builds and builds and you come crying out his name as you clamp down on him. Dean’s thrusts become more urgent until he comes deep inside you.
“Oh, god, Y/N!”
You squeeze your legs around his waist and his heavy breaths tickle your ear.
“That was perfect,” Dean says.
“Yes, it was,” you say and you can’t stifle your giggle.
Dean rolls off you onto his side and props himself up on his elbow. You roll over to lie on your stomach resting on your elbows as you look over to him.
“It’s been a long time, I needed that,” you confess.
“Can I ask why? You’re a healthy, beautiful girl. I doubt you have any trouble finding dates.”
“Finding a date isn’t the issue. I never make good choices when it comes to men. Cheaters, thieves, all around low-lives, but the last guy was the worst. He was perfect at first; he was everything I thought I needed. Then he started to pick me apart from a little at a time. Sly mental abuses turned to verbal abuse until I found myself lying on the floor with his foot slamming into my stomach. I’ve been alone ever since.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Dean says and you can see the muscles in his jaw clench.
“Thank you. But that’s why I was so drawn to you. You asked me before about why people want to watch your life and there are many reasons, but my biggest reason is that you’re a good man.”
Dean looks down.
“I know what you’ve done. I’ve seen all of it, but you are a good man. And I was so alone but I couldn’t open up or trust anyone. But I knew I could trust you. I guess that’s why I did that stupid spell. And I’m sorry; really, I didn’t mean to rip you out of your life.”
Dean pulls you into his arms spooning you. You drag your fingers along his forearm still unable to believe what just happened and how comfortable you feel with him. Dean kisses and nuzzles your neck before whispering into your ear.
“I’m glad you did the spell.”
You smile, snuggling closer to him, and drift off to sleep.
When you wake up, you lie there thinking about last night, then you stretch. You expect to bump into Dean but you feel nothing as you reach your arms out. You sit up and realize you’re alone. You get up and walk out of your room.
“Dean?”
You look around your tiny house; it’s empty aside from you. You look over to the couch and the pizza box is still sitting on the coffee table where you and Dean left it. You fight back the tears that are threatening to come and run back into your room. You grab your phone and text Sal.
Dean’s gone
She texts back immediately.
I’m coming over
Twenty minutes later you’re sitting at your breakfast table drinking coffee with your best friend.
“I had a feeling this might happen,” Sal starts.
“What?”
“Well, the wish had to be fulfilled, and then it would be over. But I thought I hoped that maybe it would run its course differently.”
“What do you mean, Sal?”
“Well, I thought maybe the wish would not only bring you together but keep you together.”
“Well that didn’t happen,” you say and the tears threaten to come again.
“It still might.”
—-
Dean snaps awake. He sits up taking in his surroundings; his guns on the wall, his records, his lamp.
“Y/N?”
Jumping out of bed, Dean crosses his room when he realizes he’s naked. He throws on a shirt and jeans before running out his door and down the hall.
“Sam?” he calls.
“Dean?”
Sam runs from the library directly to his brother pulling him into a hug.
“What happened, Dean? Where’d you go?”
“Another dimension.”
“We tried. Me and Cas, we tried to get you back with the spell that Balthazar used but it didn’t work. How’d you get back?”
“I’m not sure exactly,” Dean starts walking through the bunker.
“Y/N?”
“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam follows Dean through the bunker.
“I ended up in a dimension like the one we were in before, but I was with a woman. And we fell asleep together and then…. You haven’t seen or heard anyone?”
“No, I’ve been in the library trying to figure out a way to get you back.”
“Dammit.”
“Dean, this is good, you’re-”
“No, you don’t get it. Y/N, she’ll wake up and I won’t be there.”
“You were stuck in another dimension, unsure how you were going to get back and you still had time to sleep with someone?” Sam crosses his arms.
“It wasn’t like that,” Dean grumbles. “Cas? Cas get over here!”
“Dean? How did you get back?” Castiel appears.
“Never mind. Can you send me back?” Dean asks.
“What? Dean, no,” Sam says.
“Sam I need to go back and tell Y/N…”
“Tell her what, Dean?” Sam asks. “Hey, thanks for –”
“It wasn’t like that!” Dean growls. “Cas can you send me back?”
“Possibly,” Cas says. “But, Dean, I don’t’ know if it will work.”
“Just get what you need and get back here. I’m gonna try something in the meantime.”
“It may take a while, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Castiel says and disappears.
“Try what in the meantime?” Sam asks.
“Dammit! I need a candle,” Dean says running to the kitchen.
—-
“You do the spell again, but this time you need to be explicitly specified. What do you want exactly? Do the spell and if Dean is thinking about the same thing at the same time. Then it will happen.”
“I don’t know…”
“Think about it, Y/N. Then do the spell, specifically, and see what happens.”
“Ok, I gotta think about it. Thanks for coming over Sal.”
“Any time, what are best friends for?”
You hug Sal and walk her out before padding back to your room and snuggling under the covers. The tears come and you let them this time as you feel just how empty and alone you are. It’s more intense now after the respite you felt with Dean. What do you want? Is it what Dean wants? You lie there for a long time and before wiping your tears and throwing back the covers. You go to the kitchen and grab a pen and notepad and sit at the table to write. When you finally finish you sit back and read over what you wrote. You go to the cabinet above the sink and pull down a candle and matches before returning to the table.
—-
Dean is sitting at the table in the kitchen with a candle and his lighter staring at a piece of paper with a pen in his hand.
“Dean, what are you doing?”
“I’m thinking about what I want.”
Dean starts writing. After a few minutes, he picks up the paper and folds it three times. Dean slides the candle closer and lights it. Holding the paper over the candle he waits until it catches fire. He sets the paper on a plate and watches as it burns.
“Dean, what did you do?”
“It’ll be fine, Sam.”
“I hope so,” Sam says before leaving the kitchen.
Dean walks over to the fridge and grabs a beer then sits back at the table. He waits. Hours go by. Finally, he stands and storms out of the kitchen. He walks to the library and starts looking through the stacks.
“Dean,” Castiel says appearing by the library tables.
“Did you get everything?”
“I still need one more item, but Dean, I don’t think it will work.”
“It has to,” Dean says going back to the book in his hands.
Castiel disappears.
Dean snaps the book shut and throws it across the room. He kicks a chair over and storms out of the library. He slams his door behind him before dropping down onto his bed. A few minutes later he passes out.
—-
You sit at the table watching the paper burn and you wait. You sit there for what feels like hours but nothing happens. You drop your head into your arms and sobs wrack your body. When you finally stop crying you grab a beer from the fridge. When you finish it you haul yourself to bed.
That night you toss and turn to tangle yourself up in your sheets. You wake up face down on the bed but something feels different, memory foam. You slowly open one eye and look around; a record player and records, guns hanging on the wall, and a desk with a typewriter. You shoot up and look down to your left. Dean Winchester is face down on his pillow lightly snoring.
“Dean?”
Dean opens his eyes and sleepily rubs them as he sits up.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah, hey.”
Dean scoots closer to you.
“How did you get here?”
“I’m not sure,” you say. “I did the spell, but nothing happened. Then I went to bed and I woke up here.”
“I did the spell too. And nothing happened and it was killing me to think I’d never see you again.”
“Me too.”
Before you can say anything else Dean leans in and kisses you. He breaks the kiss for a moment, holding your face in his hands as he looks at you with his devastating green eyes. His lips are on yours again and you open your lips for him deepening the kiss. You slip your arms around him and pull him down to the bed. Dean slides his hand up your body and under your shirt as you curl your leg around him. Suddenly the door opens.
“Dean, I just wanted to see how –”
Dean stops turning to look over at his brother and you lean up on your elbows.
“Sam?” you say.
“Uh, sorry,” Sam goes to walk back out the door but then turns around again. “Wait, Dean is this…”
“Sam, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Sam.”
“Hi,” you say giving Sam a little wave.
“Hi Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. How did you get here?”
“Sam, you guys can chat later. Now get outta here.”
Sam turns and closes the door behind him. Dean turns back to you.
“Now where were we?”
You giggle pulling him back down to the bed as he kisses you again.
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