Falling for a Hunter (Female Reader x Dean Winchester)

Chapter 12: Getting Back to How Things Used to Be

Any material taken from Supernatural used in this chapter is adapted for entertainment purposes and is not intended for monetization.

Sorry if some parts feel a little rushed or there are typos/grammar issues. I wanted to be done with this chapter as it took me forever to write it for some reason. (Love being stuck in a creative rut lol). Hope you like it, lmk what you would like to see next, or leave a comment with any suggestions to enhance the story.

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It has been a busy year since Dean got back from Hell. The angel Castiel had sent Dean back to the past where he met a younger version of his mom. You and the Winchesters fought a Ruguru, discovered Lilith's plan to break the 66 seals in order to free Lucifer from Hell's cage, helped Dean overcome his Yellow Fever, and even made amends with Sam for how badly he treated you while Dean was away. Thankfully for you, your appetite has also come back with full force, and you no longer have to feel like a burden to Dean or Bobby, nor feel guilty every time anyone asks you when the last time you ate was.

Everything was business as usual. Hunting things, saving people, the whole nine yards. But, even though he is trying his hardest to appear normal, Dean hasn't been himself. Underneath his flirting and typical charismatic self you can see just how much he is struggling. How could he be normal? He was sent to hell and lived to tell about it. Except he isn't telling anyone about it. He insists that he doesn't remember what happened and that everything is a blur, but you can see the truth hidden in his eyes. If he doesn't remember all of it, he damn sure remembers some of it, but how are you or Sam supposed to get it out of him? And if you do get it out of him, what are you supposed to say or do to help him through it? Maybe there isn't anything to say. Maybe you should just keep doing what you are doing. Standing by his side to take down Lilith. Fighting the good fight.

Although it has been increasingly difficult to ignore the demons that haunt Dean, you all sit in a bar, soaking in any downtime you may have before returning to the horrors that await. Dean's callused hands run up and down your arm as he smiles at you from across the small table. "Maybe we should get our own hotel room tonight," Dean flirts as pool balls break from the billiard table next to you.

"And do what? Watch old movies," You tease as you slide your hand under the table and slowly move it up Dean's thigh. "Try to guess all the answers to Jeopardy?"

"Awe man!" Sam shouts as he misses a shot at the game of pool, catching your attention. Sam pretends to stumble around the table as his opponent sinks the eight ball into one of the pockets. "Shit..."

"Better luck next time, Sammy," Dean says, not taking his eyes off of you as Sam chugs his bottle of beer.

"Give me more cash!" Sam snaps, and Dean irritatingly turns his attention to his younger brother.

"Sammy, give it a rest, you're drunk. And these guys are kicking your ass," Dean laughs, playing into the hustling charade Sam is trying to pull on these bikers. He digs into his pocket and takes out a large wad of cash, "Tell you what, one more game, then we get out of here before you bet away the deed to your house."

"Laying it on a little think, don't you think?" You whisper to Dean as Sam slams the cash down on the table.

"Ah, whatever," Dean scoffs and takes a long pull of his beer, "But no... I wasn't thinking of watching a movie..." He winks, returning the conversation to the prospect of finally having some alone time with you.

"Then what are you thinking of, Dean Winchester?" You ask, raising a flirtatious brow in his direction.

Dean clears his throat and leans in closer to you, "You know when I was raised from hell... I was completely restored... not a scratch on me."