Dark Tendencies: A Female Reader x Dean Winchester Fic

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Y/N's POV

Following my rescue from Hell, and the gorey demise of Lucifer, Dean had scooped me up in his arms, and the angels and the bearded man had zapped the rest of us back to the bunker.

I'd never experienced anything like that...instant teleportation. It felt like I was falling at about a thousand miles per hour, but it only lasted a brief second.

Honestly, I kinda hated it...as interesting and awe-inspiring as it was...it left me feeling more dizzy and nauseated than I already was. But I was grateful, nonetheless...because the walls of the bunker were a much more welcoming and comforting sight than the brimstone walls of Hell.

Without Dean releasing his hold on me, Cas stepped over to us, placing his fingers to my forehead, and flooding me with that same small shock I had felt the day after my birthday.

The flames roaring inside my lungs were extinguished, the agony of my muscles was soothed with small bursts of refreshing cold, the raspiness of my throat vanished, and the roiling inside my gut suddenly ceased.

As my body healed itself, Cas placed the fingers of his other hand to Dean's forehead, and before I could blink, Dean's face was entirely rejuvenated.

His nose, that previously looked as if it was broken, straightened to the same defined point that I adored. The bruising around his eyes lightened, and the blood that stained his face was wiped clean. He looked as good as new, save the blood that still stained his clothing.

"Thanks, Cas." Dean muttered softly.

"Yeah....like I said....we should invite you to every party." I smiled at the angel, and he just shook his head as the corner of his mouth lifted into a wry smirk. He then began to shed his trench coat, holding it up and draping it over my body as I rested in Dean's arms, concealing my nudity from the onlookers.

"Alright, we rescued the girl." Fergus chimed in. "Now can we please discuss what the hell we are going to do about Lucifer's bloody offspring?"

"Fergus, you daft buffoon!" Rowena scolded him as she swatted him on the back of the head. "The poor lass just got back home, they need rest, they need time together."

"When did you become such a hopeless romantic, mother?" he sneered in response.

"None of yer beeswax." she turned up her nose.

"She's right, Crowley." the nameless angel chimed in. "We just took down Luci. I think they deserve a little R&R..." he lifted his hazel eyes to flash a wink at me which instantly made me blush.

"Oh, my apologies, Gabriel. I didn't realize that the idea of your nephew devouring half the bloody universe wasn't of great import to you!" Crowley raised his voice.

"Oh it is. But I also understand the concept of basic human need. You should try it some time, it's actually pretty satisfying." Gabriel chuckled.

"Gag. I'd rather be slowly digested by a-"

"Alright, all of you shut up." Sam cut off Crowley as he walked towards Dean and I.

"We can sit here and discuss our game plan if you want... later. Right now...they need some space." Sam glanced over at me and offered a warm, compassionate smile.

"Don' you worry yerselves about us...we'll be right here when yer both ready." Rowena nodded assuringly towards us.

"I uhm..." I finally spoke up, drawing all of their eyes to me.

"I want to thank you....all of you....I'm still not entirely sure...what the fuck just happened but....thank you." I mumbled.

"'Twas our pleasure, darlin'." Rowena beamed.