The Hunter Diaries // Dean Winchester x Reader

Chapter 6

"You okay?" Sam asked. You scratched your head and furrowed your brows.

"Yep," You answered. "Just... Trying to wrap my head around it." Dean chuckled and patted your knee.

"Yeah, it's a lot to take in."

"He wears a trenchcoat?" You asked. Dean laughed loudly beside you.

"A trenchcoat," Bobby confirmed.

"An angel?"

"An angel."

"This is insane! But... also kinda cool. I mean, angels," You gushed. "You've got to admit, it's awesome."

"That's what I said," Sam muttered. Dean made a noise deep in his chest.

"They're kinda dicks," He said. You slumped your shoulders.

"Oh." You thought for a moment before adding, "Can you see their wings?"

Bobby chuckled. "No," He replied. "You could see the shadow of them though, for a brief moment."

"Awesome," You said.

Dean clapped his hands together and stood up. He held his hand out to you, which you took and he brought you to your feet. "Now that you're caught up, I say we get a drink."

"That's an excellent plan."

When you and Dean had returned to the room, they had hounded you with questions; what had you been doing these past four months, why haven't you returned Bobby's calls, what were you thinking taking on a vamp nest solo. The answers were fairly simple; hunting, avoidance and "Why not?"

Then they moved onto the subject of how Dean was brought back and who brought him back. It took them almost a good ninety minutes to thoroughly explain everything that happened after he was resurrected.

Your mind was still trying to process everything. What they had told you was absolutely insane. Angels were real.

"What's running through that pretty little head of yours?" Dean asked. You smiled up at him and squeezed his hand.

"Everything," You said. "I can't believe you're back."

"Me either, sweetheart," Dean sighed. He kissed your temple before moving to the driver's side of the Impala. You slipped into the passenger seat and buckled your seat belt. As soon as the engine was up and running, Dean intertwined your fingers with his, giving your hand a loving squeeze.

Throughout the night, Dean would always be touching you. Whether it was interlocking your fingers together or tracing circles on the back of your hand. His eyes never seemed to leave your face. He never thought he'd ever be here, with you. He never thought he'd ever be able to talk to you or even be in the same room with you ever again after saying goodbye and going to hell.

Your smile made his heart flutter in his chest. He never had felt this way about anyone before. It killed him when he saw the state you were in when he showed up; half dead and bottles of alcohol surrounding you. He knew it must have been tough, with his death following so close behind Carter's. You never had an easy life and every bad thing that could have happen began to pile up on your shoulders. He understood, better than anyone, what it was like to feel as though the only way to cope was at the bottom at a bottle and killing the things in the dark. When he saw you, you looked so broken. But you seemed to lighten in the span of five hours, your smile and eyes lighting up the room.

He couldn't have been happier at that moment. Gazing at and laughing with the woman he loved.

The woman he loved. It was strange to Dean, to truly be in love with someone. He had realized it before he went to hell, when he saw you that day on the street. And when you told him you loved him, he couldn't have felt more ecstatic.