Please Don't Leave Me (Winchesters X Reader)

chapter 33: no more me.

"No...and no." Dean's voice echoed. I frowned, "Why not..." I looked down at Bacon who was sitting at my side, staring up at Dean. "Look at him, Dean. This is bacon." I crossed my arms. "No, No! We can't have any pets..." Dean said, rubbing a hand over his face. "Why not..." I groaned, impatiently.

"Dean... please. I'll take care of him, and I'll- I'll take him on walks! I'll take care of him forever!" I said, cheerily. I guess not forever... but he wouldn't know that.

He sighed, looking down at the dog. "He better not shit on my bed, (Y/N). Or so help me..." Dean said, looking down at bacon. I ran into his arms, squealing and hugging Dean tight. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Dean!" I giggled, hugging him so tight my feet came off the ground.

I let him go, turning back to bacon. "Let's go meet your Uncle Sam!" I exclaimed, calling for bacon to follow me as I ran toward Sam's room. He was just waking up, sitting up on his bed. I peeked through his cracked door, "Hey Sam..." I smiled. He stretched his arms,

"Hey, (Y/N). Need something?" he asked, mid-yawn. "Yeah, actually. I need you to meet someone for me." I grinned. Sam raised a brow, "Uh, Meet someone? Who?" he chuckled. I whistled, opening the door. "C'mere bacon!" I called out. "Bacon?" Sam questioned.

"Who's that-?" before Sam would do anything, the dog ran up and jumped on the bed. Sam's eyes widened as the large retriever licked his face and nudged his hand. "Woah, uh..." he chuckled. "Does Dean know?" he whispered. "Yeah... he said If I take care of him." I smiled a lop sided smile as I watched Sam watch the dog with the biggest grin ever. He pet the dog's ears and I could almost swear, Bacon smiled.

Dean's POV:

I wasn't very fond of the idea of a dog, but I guess I hadn't really even met bacon. Sam seemed really happy with him, but within the 2 weeks he's been here, I haven't ever just sat down and pet him. I sat on the couch, reaching for the remote.

I switched on the TV and turned on some salty chick flick. I grinned at the TV, running a hand through my hair. I felt the couch dip beside me, I looked over to see Bacon sitting next to me.

I furrowed my brows, reaching over and scratching behind the dog's ears. I'd never really had a dog; however, I did know they liked being scratched behind their ears.

I rubbed the top of his ears, and he rested his head in my lap. I felt a smile creep on my face as watched the large retriever stretch across the couch. I grinned as he licked my hand, "Hungry, bud?" I asked, standing up. I walked into the kitchen, grabbing the last slice of pie from the fridge.

I sat on the couch where Bacon was still waiting for me. I picked a piece of pie off the end and held it out. Bacon ate it off my hand, licking my fingers. I chuckled, "I think we're more alike than I thought, little dude." I patted his head, eating a fork of pie.

Sam's POV:

I loved the new dog... bacon was like a sign. He is one of my only friends—and I know it sounds depressing—but other than (Y/N) and Dean, he is my favorite little buddy. We watch movies together, although it's mostly just me watching it. He sleeps with me and loves research.

It surprises me, because when I find something actually useful, he barks. It's almost as if he can read my mind. He's like the younger brother I'd always wanted. I take him on walks with me and feed him when (Y/N) forgets to. Okay... she never forgets to.

But I still give him treats all the time. He's the only dog I'd ever had, and now something I instantly came to love. I loved how happy he was all the time, and how intent he was on licking either my face or hands when he wanted attention.

It's been a month since (Y/N) brought him home, and he's my best friend already. We've been going on a lot of hunts lately, but sometimes we'd bring Bacon along with us. Me and (Y/N) have also been considering the idea of feeding bacon to a dog named bacon is wrong. Though I don't see anything wrong with it, she says it's cannibalism.

I tossed Bacon a piece of bacon under the table at breakfast. Dean made bacon and (Y/N) made pancakes.

Bacon wasn't fond of pancakes, or anything other than meat and dog food. He reminded me of Dean sometimes...

"Sam, stop feeding the dog bacon!" (Y/N) exclaimed, pointing at the bacon in my hand under the table. I hid it, "Uh... what bacon?" I raised a brow. She rolled her eyes, "Sam. I'm only doing this for your sake... if Dean saw you feeding the dog his bacon...he'd totally flip out." She explained. "Right...." I said throwing bacon one more piece. "I mean it."

She patted my hand with a wooden spoon. I shook my head chuckling at her expression. It was a warning.

(Y/N)'s POV:

A year and 11 months... I had only that time left. I wished I had more time...but it was too late. I had already made the deal. I didn't regret it...because Dean's been happier, but getting suspicious to how the demon just mysteriously left. I ate half the bacon that Dean made and walked into my bedroom, stretching. Bacon followed me as I sat in my chair. I heard Dean's footsteps and called bacon to sit on my lap, while I snickered.

The large dog got in my lap, sitting perfectly. I turned around in my spinny chair, facing away as Dean came in. I spun around, seeing him grin as he saw me. "So, we meet again." I said, petting Bacon's head like one of those villains.

Dean snorted, making me giggle.

"You're adorable."

"Oh really?" I replied, raising a brow. He chuckled, "Obviously." A grin spread across my face as he grabbed my hand and helped me up. Bacon jumped off my lap, running off to the kitchen where Sam was. I wrapped my arms around Dean's neck, kissing him deep.

These moments were ones that needed to be treasured. Because in two years... there would be no more moments like this.

No more me.

Sam and Dean would have to be alone again.

I mean, obviously with Bacon.

But Bacon's only a dog... not me.

"Hey... Hey, what's wrong." Dean had finally pulled back, and I realized a tear had fallen down my cheek.

His brows knit together, and he cupped my face in his hands, using his thumb to wipe my tear away. I shook my head, afraid of what his reaction would be if he knew about the deal. He'd be angry... with himself and me. I don't want that to happen.

"Nothing." I finally replied, putting a smile on my face, acting as if my tears were happy tears. "I'm just happy I found you." I whispered.

"I'm glad I saved you too." He smirked. "Hey! I'm the one who saved you." I crossed my arms, raising a brow. "Was not." He argued like a 5 year old, making a grin spread across my face. "Was too!" I argued back, grinning.

He put his hands on my hips, "Alright fine... but it's not like I needed to be saved."

"Oh yeah? Well, you looked like you needed it, all tied up on the ground." I smirked.

"I'd like to see you tied up sometime soon..." his look became mischievous, and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Maybe..." I bit my lip at his teasing, looking down.

He grinned, putting his forehead against mine. "I love you." His grin dropped, only to turn into a warm loving smile.

"I know..."

I replied, closing my eyes briefly.

"I love you too."