Dean Winchester, love story,
Y/n: previous stripper that was saved by the Winchesters. She became a hunter for the same reason, because she wanted to repay the favor to others.
When things start to go down that put all hunters in danger. dean and...
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-Setting- Bunker, deans room 8:10 am «—————»
I slowly open my eyes to feel a weight on my chest. Smiling I look down seeing dean laying halfway on top of my chest. His lips softly puffy as I rubbed my hand along his back.
I take my nails running them through his hair softly as he lets out soft happy noises. Last night was just dean opening up how he felt. How he was hurt that he couldn't have saved me.
I did however lecture him for breaking stuff, to which he said he was sorry. We both went and talked about everything to Sam and Cass.
Dean apologized hesitantly as I could tell he was having a hard time. I helped him through it though. He told me I should get the same tattoos him and Sam had but I was hesitant. Told him I'd sleep on it.
I lean down kissing his forehead as he looks up opening his eyes. He rubs his eyes softly as I smile. "Good morning sleepy." He groans in response laying his head along my chest. I blush brightly as he snuggled closer to me
"Your heartbeats fast." He mumbles as he holds onto me. I nod softly as I rub his back. "Just nervous.. today Im thinking about getting back into my job until this whole thing blows over."
" hunter or stripper"
"Stripper.. I mean that is if your ok with it. I just figured we could use-" I was cut off by a soft kiss to my lips. I close my eyes kissing back gently as he pulls away.
"Y/n. It's your life, your body, your choice." He smiles at me as he sits up stretching. "And besides.. I don't mind at all" He winks at me as I blush before smirking softly. I get up deans sweatpants almost falling off my thong showing.
Dean looks away slightly flustered as I smirk walking to him. Standing in front of him the pants slipping down a bit as I place my hand on his shoulders.
"Aww~ flustered, Dean?" He looks up at me before looking away heading into his bathroom. "Pshh you wish."
I giggle as I hear the sink water as I tell him I'm heading out to the main room. I walk to my room grabbing a heavy duffle bag as I drag it a bit.
Heading into the main room Sam sees me struggling as he runs to help me. "Thanks." I whisper as Sam looks at me in confusion. He places the bag on the table making a loud clang.
"What is this and why are we whispering." He said whispering back. I giggle a bit as I open It as he shakes his head a small laugh heading out.
-setting- Time 8,30am Main entrance in front of the stairs. «—————»
I giggle as Sam makes sure it's secure as he jumps lifting himself up. Placing his whole body weight on it, it doesn't move. I giggle clapping my hands together as I hug Sam tightly jumping slight thanking him. I wince as I pulled off of him as I hold my stomach.
Sam steps back a step before I remove my hand. I see a little blood as I softly curse as Sam looks at me. I lift up my hoodie one of my scars opening as I groan.
"I knew it needed real stitches not just those bandages. Sit I'll get the first aid kit." I nod sitting on the table. I can see the thing we sat up perfectly as I smile. I raise off my hoodie leaning back as I fix my bra straps. I look down as I place my hand along the cut holding the bleeding wound.
Sam comes up to me as he hands me a belt and a shot. I laugh thanking him as I take the shot, groaning at the burning sensation. I fold up the belt placing it between my teeth as Sam bends down sitting in a chair.
Between my legs he grabs some alcohol cleaning it as I groan a bit. He apologizes frantically as he shakes his head. I talk through the belt my words fumbling as I groan. "Don't say sorry yet."
He chuckles a bit before he grabs a needle and some suture thread. He tells me to brace myself as I bite down on the belt nodding. He pushes it into my skin as I yell, muffled by the belt I fell tears streaming down my face.
Another suture goes in as I moan in pain hitting the table a bit. "Stop moving y/n" I nod whining as he does another one. Muffled screams escaping my mouth as I grab his shoulder for support. "Only a few more to go."
He does a couple more, now bawling I pull at his hair hitting him a bit. "Ow! Y/n stop!" He does the last one as I hear footsteps. "What the hells going on?!" I scream out as dean runs up so does castiel.
"Y/n. What the hell happened." Dean said as I looked up at him my face teary as he removed the belt from my mouth. My lips puffy as I sniffle, suddenly Sam pours alcohol on it as I whine grabbing deans shirt.
Dean holds onto me as Sam sighs getting up. "Not the best job, would've been better if I wasn't getting abused." I stifle out a laugh as I pat Sams shoulder.
"Thanks." I look over to see Cass gripping the pole. I laugh quickly stopping as I hold my painful side. Dean looks over then looking at me smirking smugly. "Surprise" I push out as I groan getting up all three boys watching my chest as I look at them.
Dean takes off his shirt handing it to me as I put it on smiling. "Until.. these wounds heal up.." I groan as I walk over to the pole slowly. "I need to work on my strength, and pole dancing.. is a good way to do it."
"Right now you need to rest."
"Actually," I look at my watch before looking back up at him. "Got a tattoo appointment at 10." Dean smirks as he wraps a arm around my shoulder looking at me.
"Taking my advice?" I nod as I lean up kissing him slowly. His hands lean up to my hair as he holds my neck softly kissing me. I smile pulling away as I rest onto his chest.
"Wish I didn't have to get the damn stitches though."
