Please Don't Leave Me (Winchesters X Reader)

chapter 32: BACON!!!!

(Y/N)'s POV:

I walked along a green, grass covered path. I looked down at my appearance, a white simple wedding dress. It was beautiful. I looked around, seeing only woods, but then ahead, Dean Winchester in flannel and jeans. I grinned, rushing up to him.

He smiled, taking my hands, "Baby..." he whispered under his breath. "Dean..." I whispered back. The priest stood behind us both, smiling as well. "Dean Winchester. Do you take this horrible wretch, (Y/N) to be your wife."

His voice dripped of hatred. My brows furrowed and I made a hurt sound, looking over at him. He had black eyes... and it wasn't a priest. It was me. I gasped, looking at Dean. He looked angry. "Why didn't you tell me bitch! I hate you! I can't wait for these 2 years to be up!" he exclaimed, lunging at me.

My eyes filled with tears, and I sprinted away. I ran as fast as I could the other way, watching the trees fly by me. I sobbed, running away. I looked back, seeing the demon me chasing me. I screamed as she grabbed my arm.

"You know you hate yourself. Just admit it." She said, throwing a punch at my face.

I woke up with a gasp, sitting up. I looked around, seeing Dean beside me. "Hey...Hey...(Y/N)? What's wrong?" he placed a tender hand on my cheek. A tear slipped from my eye, "Nothing..." I whispered. "Come here..." He opened his arms up, and I basically jumped into them. I clung to him; my arms wrapped around his middle.

He ran his fingers through my hair, "I'm here..." he whispered, holding me to him. "Thank you..." I muttered into his shirt. I pulled back, looking up at him.

He smiled down at me, "You're welcome, sweetheart." He smiled. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his softly. He freezes for a second, clearly not expecting this, but quickly takes control over his emotions and gently places his hands in the small of my back, pulling me close, so our bodies are pressed tight together.

He looks at me for a few second with a full on grin on his face and then leans back in, kissing me slowly and passionately. His tongue delves into my mouth, and I squeak softly. I try my hardest not to, but I want to smile so bad. I feel my lungs beg for air, yet I don't pull away. Something about this moment... is so perfect.

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I woke up, feeling refreshed. I yawned, rubbing my eyes, and smiling at Dean, snoring next to me. He looked so peaceful while he slept...he looked adorable. I kissed his forehead softly, intending on going on a walk. I'd be right back. Dean's eyes fluttered open, "(Y/N)? Where are you going?" he asked, about to sit up.

I put my hand on his chest, making him lay back down. "Just on a walk, baby... I'll be back." I kissed his cheek, sitting back up. He smiled, pulling me back down to his lips. He kissed my softly, before letting me go.

"Be safe, sweetheart..." he said, grabbing my hand, giving it a soft squeeze. I swiped my thumb across his hand, before letting go and standing up. I changed into a white shirt and black shorts and made sure to have a black sports bra on. I'm not sure why I bother to wear white... it's probably going to get stained.

I looked through the closet, finding my tennis shoes, and slipping them on. I tied the laces tight, but not too tight, then walking to the bunker stairs. I trotted up them, excited for my walk.

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I walked along the forest path behind the bunker. I was on my way back but had a while to go. It would probably take me 10 minutes to get back, but I had time. It was only 9. I heard rustling in a bush nearby and I stopped walking.

I froze, glancing in the direction the noise was coming from. The movement stopped...but then continued. I inched over in that direction, crouching down, reaching for the knife in my pocket.

I flinched as the bush moved a little. I readied my knife...and then it jumped at me. My knife flew back across the trail, and the creature jumped on me. I felt it licking my face, as it's huge furry body covered me. Oh... it was just a dog. I pushed it off me, groaning from the impact and how I fell. I rubbed the back of my head.

I looked at the dog that had just pounced on me, it was a long haired golden retriever. My eyes widened and my face broke into a huge grin. "Oh my gosh... you are adorable!" I squealed, hugging the dog to me. I'd never had a dog as a kid, but I have always wanted one.

"You are so cute, but Dean would so kill me if I brought you home..." I rubbed behind its ears. "But it would kill me if I didn't. C'mon girl- or...boy?" I lifted its legs. Definitely a boy. "Okay... your name is..." I thought for a second. What would be the best dog name? The big question is, which name would Dean love? No... what name did I want.

I would be leaving soon... Dean would need something to remember me by. "Alright..." I started walking down the path toward the bunker. The dog followed me automatically. "Hm...beau?" I looked back, the dog stopped and whined. I shook my head, "No then..." I thought again. "OO! How about Hetfield? Dean would love that! The lead guitarist of Metallica!" I exclaimed, turning back. The dog gave me eyes that said no...and it pouted.

Still not moving. "Okay then..." I blew out a puff of air. I then grinned happily... I had the perfect name. "Bacon!" I called out and the dog jumped up barking. I smiled, "C'mon bacon! Come here." I got on my knees, reaching out to the dog. Bacon ran into my arms, nudging my chin with it's nose. I giggled, "Yes! Now, come on Bacon. Let's get back home so you can meet your Dad!" I said cheerfully.