Fighting Through It All [Dean Winchester fanfic] #Wattys2015

Chapter Twenty: Part One

(A.N. WOAH CHAPTER TWENTY HOW DID THIS HAPPEN. I'm really glad y'all are enjoying this story so far! I plan on fifteen or so more chapters, and really, really considering a sequel. What do you guys think?)

I freeze when I wake up, feeling someone's breath on the back of my neck. Instinctively, I jam my elbow back into their chest and roll out of the bed onto my feet, raising my fists. Instead of seeing a monster, I find Dean, ripped out sleep, clutching his chest and trying to regain his breath. My eyes nearly pop out of my head, and I run over, apologizing continually for elbowing him. He just shakes his head, holding his chest with one hand, and holding hit other up to dismiss my babbling.

Since we're both awake, we head out to the kitchen. As we walk, I pile my hair up into a messy bun at the back of my head, yawning as I do. I find Sam in the kitchen, making a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and popping freezer waffles into the toaster. I close my eyes and breath in the scent, moaning and smiling as it fills my nose, crisp and colourful compared to the bland scent of unseasoned deer steak. My nose distinctly follows the scent of coffee, and I find myself in front of the machine, reaching out to grab the handle of the pot. I can hear the brothers chuckle at me, but I just glare at them, snapping that I haven't had coffee in a dog's age.

After Sam's divine breakfast, I abandon my dishes at the table, running to the showers as fast as I can. I strip down, merely tossing the clothes to the side, and step into the hot water. For the first time in forever, hot water runs down my back, and I laugh, letting out a joyful squeal. I dance around in the shower, singing the lyrics to a bunch of random songs, not caring who hears. Despite my legs already being fairly shaved from the island, I shave them again, just for the effect of shaving in the shower, no matter how difficult.

When I get out, wrapping a fluffy towel around myself, it feels nice not being out in the open and vulnerable. I move over to the sinks, brushing my teeth with the toothbrush that still resides at the side. After finishing getting ready in the bathroom, I walk towards my bedroom, running into Dean in the hall. I laugh, just smiling and waving at Dean who's eyes drift up and down my body. I roll my eyes at him as he tries to come into my bedroom after me, and I shove him out and shut the door. I can hear him laugh to himself, making me smile as I pad over to my bags, opening them up.

I decide on another pair of denim shorts, as well as a black camisole. I just slip a blue plaid shirt on over it, tossing on socks and my combat boots, unable to go without them. I pull a hair dryer and a curling iron from my drawers in my dresser, plugging both in. I let my curling iron heat up while I blow dry my hair, only doing loose curls on the ends of my hair. I unplug everything and dig my makeup bag from my duffel, quickly doing foundation, a neutral smokey eye, and filling in my eyebrows.

When I'm done getting ready, I clean up my room, making my bed out of habit. Afterwards, I walk out to the library, where Sam and Dean are dressed and just chatting. Dean stands up when I walk in, coming over and planting a long kiss on my lips. I smile when we break, and go to sit in a chair at the head of the table. Sam gives us an apprehensive look, but quickly wipes it away with a smile.
"I see you and Dean figured things out," He notes, raising his eyebrows, eyes switching between us. I nod. "I wasn't sure, there was quite a bit of yelling."
I chuckle and Dean draws his mouth back in a whoops you heard that kind of face. "Yeah...we had some things to figure out. But they are figured out!" He clarifies, and I nod, looking at him with squinted eyes. He squirms under my stare, asking me what I'm looking at him like that.
"I'm deciding on why I fell for you," I mutter, and he glares at me. I laugh. I look between the both of them, smile dissipated to a small grin. "I'm going out today. I'm gonna surprise Lily, hopefully I don't surprise the baby out of her."
The brothers nod, laughing. "Sounds good," They say, giving each other a weird look at their speaking in unison. I raise my eyebrows, slowly pushing my chair back and getting up, mouthing weirdos before pretending to tiptoe away.