Hidden Power (Dean x Reader)

Part 4

"Wow!" is all you could say as you slide down next to Dean.

His strong, bare arm wrapped around you and pulls you close. "Took the words right out of my mouth," he teases.

A giggle escapes your lips as you snuggle into him. You couldn't remember a time in your long life that you had ever been this happy. Or had Dean ever looked so handsome as he did at that moment. The sweat on his brow seemed to glisten as the early morning rays danced across his face. Nothing in the entire world could destroy your happiness.

"So . . . (Name)? What was up with that weird must earlier?" Dean asks suddenly.

Okay, except maybe that. You had hoped that he hadn't noticed the (2/f/c) mist but apparently he had. But how were you going to explain to him that the mist meant the two of you were Soul mates? That wouldn't scare him off one bit . . . Not!

Dean ran his hand across your cheek, when you didn't answer him right away. "(Name)?"

Looking deep into his green eyes, you knew you had to be honest with him. You just hoped that after everything that had happened between the two of you, this little tidbit wouldn't cause you to lose him.

"Remember when you walked on me last week?" You ask, earning a nod from him. "My mist had been (f/c), like it always is when I use my powers."

He thinks for a moment before turning back to you. "Okay, I'm with you so far. But the mist last night was (2/f/c)," he states, and then sudden raises a suspicious eyebrow. "It wasn't you casting some kind of love spell was it? Cause I don't know about you, but last night seemed a little magical." He wiggled his fingers in your face.

You roll your eyes but couldn't help the laugh that escaped. "No, Mr. Cheesy Pants! It wasn't a love spell." You lean forward and nuzzle your noses with his, "But I can't argue that last night was magical."

A hand caresses your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss. "Just checking," he smirks.

"Any way," you smile trying to get back on track. "When a witch's mist changes colour like that it means . . . Well you see the thing is . . ." The last part gets stuck on your throat. Even though Dean was joking around now, you knew that the second you tell him what it meant all laughing would stop.

Sensing your hesitance, he pushes himself up so he was leaning on his arms. The blanket sliding down so it is barely covering his . . . you quickly look away. This wasn’t a time to get distracted. “(Name), please tell me what’s going on. You are really starting to freak me out.”

You sit up, pulling the blanket up around you. Might as well get this over and done with. “Dean, when a witch’s mist changes colours like that it means that they have found their soul mate,” you finally state closing your eyes.

A deafening silence falls over the two of you. Why did you have to go and open your big mouth? Why couldn’t you of just said that you had no idea why your mist changed. Now, thanks to your big mouth, you might have just lost the man you love.

Slowly you open your eyes only to feel your heart fall through your chest. Dean’s green eyes were the size of dinner plates while his mouth had fallen open.  He looked like someone had just told him his baby was a Junker car.

“Soul Mates? You’ve got to be joking right?” he asks not breaking eye contact with you.

Tears started to pool in the corner of your (e/c) eyes. “No I’m not joking. We are Soul Mates Dean. I’m sorry,” you apologize quietly, dropping your gaze. You couldn’t handle looking at him anymore. It only cause you knew he was about to get up and leave you. So it surprised you when you felt fingers on your chin, lifting your head up so you had to look at him.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asks, leaning closer to you.

Your heart jumps slightly in your chest, which only caused the tears to start to fall down your cheek. “B-Because I know this is the last thing you wanted to hear.”

Dean slides his hand up to rest on your cheek. You couldn’t help leaning into his touch. “What ever gave you that idea?” he asks; hurt slipping through in his voice.

“Well because I know it’s bad enough that I’m a witch. Now I go and tell you that we’re Soul Mates. That we are meant to be together? Dean I’ve known you for years and I know that you don’t believe in all this stuff. I know . . .” I start to ramble but am stopped when his lips crash into mine.

After the initial shock of him kissing you wore off you slowly slide your arms around his neck. It felt like eternity before you had to break for air. He smiles down at you with those bright green eyes of his. “That all may be true but I do know what I do believe. I believe that I am in love with you, (name). And it doesn’t matter that you’re a witch. I still love you,” he states lovingly.

A big smile appears on your face. Dean just said he loves you. He loves you! You couldn’t believe it! This was definitely turning into the best day of your life. 

“Want to know one more thing?” he asked, a cheesy smile on his face. You lean forward and place your forehead to his. He took that as a yes so he continued. “Us being Soul Mates is the best thing I have heard in a long time.”

Correction this was the best day of your life. “Oh Dean,” you cheer pulling him close.

He lets out a small laugh before placing his lips passionately to yours. Dean wraps his arms around you and slowly leans you back till you were once again lying down. However, before the two of you could get back into more of what you had done last night, the door to the motel room flies open.

“Hey Dean, how are you . . .” Sam’s voice says from the door.

You tilt your head so you could look past Dean. Sure enough a very red faced Sam stood in the doorway. Heat begins to rise in your own cheeks. “Uh hi Sam.”

The confused and embarrassed hunter looked from you to his brother and back. “I guess I’m going to have to get use to walking in on this more often now aren’t I,” he states awkwardly. Sam starts to look everywhere but the bed.

Dean gives you a wink before turning to face his brother. “Not if you learn how to knock Sammy. Now if you don’t mind, (Name) and I were in the middle of something,” he smirks before turning back to you and placing his lips to your neck.

Even though you try you couldn’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Sam’s face wrinkles before he quickly leaves and closes the door behind him. Once he was sure his brother was gone, Dean made quick work of climbing on you and starting up what you guys had spent all night doing. Nothing in this whole world could ever stop the love that ran through you towards the man you love. Your Soul Mate!