SUPERNATURAL IMAGINES

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trapped series [final part]

AFTER LAST WEEK'S mishap, things had started to look up. Dean felt it too, the way you could look him in the eyes more without forcing yourself to, or the way you would get closer to him without flinching away. You were, however, still well acquainted with the spare bedroom. There was just something about the way the darkness took ahold of you in the night, rendering you useless to the way the nightmares plagued you. It was different. It was too quiet, too vulnerable. 

But tonight, something within you had shifted. Tonight felt different.

Curled up on your side, your eyes kept drawing themselves to the door through the shadows. You sighed, your heart and your head tearing you apart on the inside. You glanced at the bedside clock, the bright, luminous numbers shining off into the darkness showing you that it was well past midnight.

You hesitated to sit up and rest on the edge of the memory foam mattress that Dean was indefinitely obsessed with; your feet dangled over the brink but never came into contact with the cold flooring as you sat there for a while in the airy silence of the night, undecided. It would be so easy to get up and leave, like you had every night since the accident, so easy not to face it. 

Then, that silence was severed when you heard the sound of the bed frame squeak slightly and you glanced wearily over your shoulder to watch as Dean turned to you, leaning his weight on his elbow. His eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted a little to the side as he looked at you, quizzically.

"You alright, (Y/N/N)?" His voice was soft and endearing as he spoke, the gentle and affectionate use of his nickname for you instantly temping and lightening your reticent and reserved mood.

Baby steps. You reminded yourself.

"I don't want to leave tonight," You eventually let out in quiet mutters, your tone unusually tired and timid as you fully turned in your place to face Dean. Even through the darkness, you could see him struggling to reign in the grin that was trying to break free with relief. 

You didn't want to dwell on what happened anymore. It was about time that you took this final leap to finish rebuilding, regulating and restoring the only relationship that's ever really meant something to the both of you. Besides, there was nothing that either of you could do about the incident, you had to keep reminding yourself. And even if you could go back and change how it happened and the outcome, you weren't sure that you would want to; you had a feeling that once you had overcome the aftermath, it would make you and Dean stronger than ever.

"Then stay," His hand reached out slowly and intertwined your fingers with his, his voice calling gently for you to stay. Even though it felt as if the two of you had been worlds apart these past few weeks, you could tell how wary he was as he tried not to recklessly run over any boundaries. And in his fingers laced through yours, you could tell in the loving hold he had on you that he would welcome you back into his arms in an instant. 

Running your free hand through your loosely hanging hair, your thoughts and memories running a million miles a minute in your head kept you from answering right away. But it was then that you decided, looking at his eyebrows pulled up and eyes looking into yours with bouts of hope, you gave him a shy nod. "Okay," You said softly, a small smile lifting your lips with pride, and you heard the breath of relief that seemed to slip from Dean's lips, like he had been holding his breath as he waited for you. 

And so, with your fingers still laced with his, he gently pulled and guided you away from the edge of the mattress and back under the safety of the warm and cozy covers. You rested your head back onto the soft pillow before feeling Dean's captivating, green eyes linger on you whilst you got comfortable.

You turned on your side to face him, coming face to face with the elated and blissful smile, that reminded you so much of sunshine, that graced his lips. He watched you, unbeknownst to you his heart racing in his chest, back in your shared bed - willing and ready to stay with him until the sun rose the next morning. A hue of pink tainted your cheeks under his loving gaze, setting you aglow as you let out a content laugh that rang through Dean's ears, like music.

Finally manoeuvring closer, you could feel Dean's minty breath ghost over your lips at the closeness of your bodies. The vicinity bringing you solace that you didn't realise you so desperately needed once more whilst you had been sleeping in an unfamiliar bed filled with the icy feeling of emptiness, until you were back in the attentive proximity of the man you loved.

"Thank you," The words escaped before you even realised you were thinking of them; you weren't even quite sure what you were thanking him for, but after they were out in the open, you felt like they needed to be said, nevertheless.

"For what, sweetheart?" The term of endearment that he regarded you with made your heart swell with familiarity and love.

"For giving me time," Your quiet explanation was muffled as your eyes fluttered closed and you nuzzled your face slightly into your soft, feathery pillow - a sudden tiredness sweeping over you.

Dean watched you, admiration shining in his eyes. He had never sound it aloud, but he did blame himself for what happened. Of course he did. The amount of times he has heard you clamber out of bed in the middle of the night and never return always piled the guilt on top of him. He'd tell himself that he should've fought the demon off; he should've fought and stopped himself from hurting you. He should've fought for you. But he knew that you wouldn't want him to think that way, so he tried to push those feelings away, even when he knew that they were true.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," The tears stung his weary eyes as he spoke your name and he thought that you didn't notice through the dark as he desperately swallowed them away. But, you did notice. And so, with a slight falter in your actions, you moved closer - slowly resting your head on his chest and he didn't hesitate to wrap his arm around you and pull you even closer, flush against himself.

"It's okay," You whispered calmly, your voice forgiving and full of infatuation and adoration as you slung your arm over his abdomen and squeezed lightly, "It's okay, Dean."

"It's not okay, dammit. I hurt you. That's not okay." The tears had vanished and instead were replaced with narrow eyes of frustration. Not at you, but at himself. His tone was bristling but not raised any louder than how the two of you had been speaking beforehand. 

You didn't know how to answer; it was obvious that he wasn't going to forgive himself anytime soon, even though you had already done so. So instead, you pressed a lingering but soft kiss to his clothed chest before cuddling into his side further, "I missed you."

His acrimony seemed to dissipate into thin air at your gentle words, an endearing smile reappearing as he pressed his lips to the top of your head affectionately, "I missed you too, so much." His hand came up gradually to run his fingers softly through your hair, earning a quiet hum of appreciation from you, half asleep already. You had missed everything about him. 

The soft, rhythmic beat of Dean's heart pumping infiltrating your ears as your head lay peacefully on his chest, the feel of your legs weaved in his under the covers, the caress of his fingers as they tenderly ran through your shiny locks - you were so utterly glad that you faced it instead of running away again.

And for the first time in weeks, you fell into a deep, warm slumber to the sound of Dean's soft heartbeat with a small smile gracing your lips - your happiness radiating even as you slept soundly, knowing that everything was falling back into its rightful place.