Chapter 6

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"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.

          

It wasn't exactly the reunion he wanted, but now, sitting in a little dump bar, having a beer and just talking with you, his heart couldn't have been fuller. It felt as though a hole that had always been in his heart filled, and he had you to thank for that.

"Well," You began. You looked down at your fingers that were fiddling with the paper on your beer bottle. Dean's eyes were fixated on you, desperately trying to read your expression. "It's kind of embarrassing."

"How is it embarrassing?" He chuckled. You gave him a slight smile and shrugged.

"I guess I've always had a crush on you but I realized I was in love with you about two years ago." You murmured.

"You never acted on it?" He asked tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Instead of pulling his hand away, he rested it against your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

"I didn't think you felt the same way," You said. He leaned forward and gave you a peck on the lips.

"I did feel the same way," He whispered against your lips. You smiled and pressed your lips against his once more. A throat cleared behind you, causing the two of you to pull away.

"Um... Excuse me," A pretty blond said. You raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes. "Can you not make out at a public bar. Not everyone wants to see... That." She gestured her hand towards you two and you scoffed.

"Then don't look," Dean bit back, kissing your temple. The blond rolled her eyes and sauntered over to her friends at the other side of the bar.

"I'm gonna hit the ladies' room and then do you wanna get out of here?" You asked. Dean grinned.

"Sure," He answered. You kissed his cheek and slid off the stool. You made your way through the bar and to the restroom.

When you finished your business, you were about to leave the stall when the door opened and heels clacked against the tiles.

"I mean, did you see that guy?" One of the girls asked. The sounds of purses being set on the sink sounded through the small restroom and you could hear the women rummaging through them.

"Yeah, he's totally hot," Another answered. "You think I have a chance?"

"No." You recognized that voice as the blonde bitch from earlier. "He was with some chick."

"Oh yeah, I saw her," Girl number one said. "But I mean, flash him a little boob and flirt your ass off, he'll totally go home with you."

"How do you know? He seemed pretty close to her. And she's pretty," Girl number two said.

"Did you even see her? He'd totally rather have you. I mean, you're skinny and blonde. You're a fucking model, how can she compete with you?" Girl number one giggled.

"What does he even see in her? He can do so much better than Ms. Piggy," Blonde bitch said.

Tears began to well up in your eyes. Their words stung, echoing in your head over and over. You no longer believed Dean was toying with you, that feeling left a long time ago. He had confessed his feelings to you and you knew he wouldn't give those bitches a second glance. But their words still hurt, knowing people thought you weren't the kind of person who "should" be with him.

The girls left, laughter bouncing off the restroom walls. You wiped your eyes and unlocked the stall door, stepping into the room and looking up at the mirror as you washed your hands. You splashed water on your face to try and hide the fact you were crying. You then patted your face dry and left the bathroom, putting on a happy face.

"You ready to go?" You asked as you came up to the bar. You glanced over at the girls and they were staring at you, their faces horror stricken when they realized where you came from.

"Sure." Dean smiled. He grasped your hand and slid off the stool. You looked away from the girls and Dean wrapped his arm around your waist as he led you out of the bar.

As you walked out into the night, the door opened again behind you and one of the girls came out.

"Hey," She said. You recognized her voice as girl number two. She tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear awkwardly and gave you a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, about what we said in the restroom."

Dean gave you a questioning look but you ignored it, giving the girl a soft smile. "It's alright."

"No, it's not," She said shaking her head. "We shouldn't have said those things."

"It wasn't really you," You said.

"But I didn't stand up for you. I'm really sorry," She admitted.

"Thank you," You murmured. She gave you a nod and then looked at Dean before scurrying back inside. When she was gone, Dean turned to you and raised a brow.

"What did they say to you?" He demanded. You looked up at him.

"They didn't say anything to me, I overheard them," You said.

"Okay, what did you hear?"

"They were just saying that you'd rather be with someone like them," You said.

"Like what? Complete bitches?" He snarled.

"No, like, skinny, blonde and gorgeous," You mumbled. Dean made a noise deep in his chest, a deep rumbling, almost like a growl.

"Those bitches!" He fumed. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.

"Dean-" You began but he cut you off.

"No, listen to me when I say this. You are gorgeous. You're gorgeous, good, kind, funny and incredibly smart. I don't want anyone but you. I love you so fucking much that it scares me. Please, don't ever doubt that," He proclaimed. You grinned and grabbed his hand.

"You love me?" You whispered.

"I thought you would've figured that out by now," He breathed. You stood on your tip toes and pressed your lips softly to his.

"I love you too, Dean Winchester," You said. He kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

He opened your car door and let you slip in, closing it softly behind you. The smile refused to leave your face. You buckled your seat belt and sighed in content. You were so incredibly happy.

You felt good for the first time in months. You didn't think you'd ever be able to feel this elated again. Your heart was fluttering and you were almost jittery. You had the man you loved by your side and you were back in relations with your best friend and your father. Your life was finally looking up.

Until you noticed the slip of light yellow paper on the dashboard. You reached forward and grabbed it just as Dean got behind the steering wheel. You looked down at the words scribbled across it and felt your stomach drop.

"What is it?" Dean asked, noticing your paling face. You held up the paper with fearful eyes, allowing Dean to read the words that were currently running through your mind on a loop. Four words that had your heart racing and fear coursing through your veins.

I've found you, Y/N/N.

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