Falling for a Hunter (Female Reader x Dean Winchester)

Chapter 37: Mommy Dearest

Okay... Sooo, I may have forgotten a crucial plot point about Crowley when I was writing this chapter and the two chapters before. I didn't catch my mistake until the very end of this chapter, so if things seem confusing -- that's why. In the series Cass "burns" Crowley's bones so everyone thinks he is dead dead. But, in my story, I keep implying that you believe him to be alive. 

Just go with it and accept that I have fixed the plot hole in my story the best way that I know how...

Other than that! I hope you enjoy it! And don't cry too much...

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"Will you two get down here already?!"

Bobby's shout from the living room snaps you and Dean back to reality. His voice cuts through the thick, emotional fog that's settled between you. Dean just made a promise—a promise to let you go when the time comes, and the weight of that vow clings to both of you, making every breath feel heavier. You sigh, trying to steady yourself, but the realization hits like a punch to the gut: the world still needs you. There's no more time to hide away in the safety of your room, no matter how much you long to stay there, wrapped in the fleeting peace you found in Dean's arms.

"I guess we should start helping them find Eve, huh?" you say quietly, wiping the remnants of your tears away. Your voice is hollow, the words carrying no real conviction. It feels like you're forcing yourself to move, to function, when all you want to do is crawl back under the covers and hold onto Dean a little longer.

Dean clears his throat, visibly shaking off the sadness that lingers in the air. He tries to muster up his usual stoicism, but you can see right through it. His composure is hanging by a thread, his emotions barely held in check. "Yeah," he finally answers, his voice betraying him as it cracks, the sound heavy with unsaid fears. He takes one last, long look at you as if memorizing every inch of your face before he forces himself to return to the hunt.

As the two of you descend the stairs, Bobby greets you with a gruff voice that doesn't match the concern flickering behind his eyes. "What the hell were you two doin' up there?" he asks, his tone gruff but familiar. When he thinks of the possibility of a crude answer, his face lights up with embarrassment. "Forget I asked. I don't want to know," he mutters, clearly uncomfortable.

"Relax, Dad, we were just talking," you say, forcing a laugh that sounds thin and unnatural, like an echo from a distant part of yourself. The ease with which you speak feels wrong, a betrayal of the turmoil still swirling inside you after your conversation with Dean. As your eyes fall on Bobby, a wave of sorrow crashes over you, so intense it nearly drives you from the room. This man has been your protector, your constant, and now you're about to leave him behind. The thought tears at your heart, the weight of it unbearable. He's already lost so much, and soon, he'll lose you too.

"You find anything on Eve's location?" you ask, hoping to shift the attention away from yourself.

"Just a pile of jack," Bobby sighs, his frustration evident. The hunt for Eve feels endless, and you know they're all just waiting—waiting for something to happen, for a lead, for you to make a decision about your fate.

Dean walks into the kitchen without a word, his silence louder than anything he could say. You watch him, your heart twisting as you see the strain in his movements, the way his shoulders slump as though carrying the weight of the world on them. Sam notices too and leans in, his voice quiet but filled with concern. "You alright?" Sam asks from the kitchen table, eyes scanning his brother's face for any sign of the truth.

"Yeah, just hungry," Dean mumbles, though the words are distant, barely audible. He rifles through the cabinets, but his movements are mechanical, like he's going through the motions just to distract himself from what's really eating at him. He finds nothing but old canned goods, but instead of his usual gruff commentary, he turns to the group with a forced smile that breaks your heart all over again. "I uh... I'm gonna grab some groceries. If you want something, put it on the list."