In a reverse-world, Dean Winchester is a normal teenager who goes to high school, dates girls, and enjoys annoying his little brother. What happens when she rolls into town, hunting vampires and asking questions about her father's death? Can he help...
There was much debate on what we wanted our last hunt to be. Dean thought we should go with a 'bang' and choose one of the most difficult cases we could find. I disagreed, telling him that it should be something easy, to close the cycle and -obviously- not die in our last hunt. Even Lily pitched in and said we should just choose the first case on the paper. Ultimately, neither of those options stuck, and we went with the nostalgia. Considering our first hunt had been a vampire, that was the winner as our last one. A normal person would've thought it was too much consideration for a simple hunt, but we knew not every hunter had the opportunity to choose how to retire. Many lost their lives before then.
Thus, after a lot of searching, we found a nice, quiet town in Minnesota that was said to be -mildly- infected with vampires. To our surprise and delight, everything went relatively well with the hunt. We arrived in town, checked in the motel, found the nest, planned the raid, and went in a surprise attack. Everything had gone easy, probably too easy. We should've suspected something could go wrong. Hunts were never that simple, why would our last one be any different? So when the last vampire jumped on my unsuspecting form, I went down under him. My head hit the concrete floor and everything went dark.
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The first thing I notice when I start to wake up is the incessant beeping of a machine. It's annoying, to say the least. I can also vaguely feel the cold sheets around my body. Yet the most irritating thing is the pounding on my head, like drums inside my brain. I can't help the groan that escapes my lips as I try to open my eyes. The bright lights on the ceiling only help to make my eyes water and my head feel worse. I close them again in hopes of getting better, but it doesn't do the trick, it's too late now and my head keeps feeling like it'd be split in two. So I open my eyes again, and this time I refuse to close them.
The room is hygienic clean, completely white, and almost bare of decorations. I've woken up in hospitals enough times to understand where I am. However, more often than not my wounds would be taken care of by myself. When it was too serious, or Castiel wasn't there, a hospital and a fake name were given.
I look around the place, but it appears as if I'm alone. Dean is nowhere to be found, and I can barely keep my head thinking straight. It takes me a few more minutes to gather myself, and it's not until I'm attempting to sit on the bed that the door bursts open and the person I was hoping for comes in. At first, he doesn't seem to notice that I'm awake. It's only when he has taken some steps inside that he finally looks up from the cell phone in his hand.
"Baby," it's what he says to me as he reaches for my hand, a pained look in his eyes.
"Dean, what happened?" I'm almost sure I can remember everything, yet I still ask.
"There was one more vampire we didn't see. You hit your head and passed out." His voice shakes at the end of the sentence. "Castiel wouldn't answer my prayers, so I brought you to the hospital."
"Is everything all right? What did the doctors say?"
With his other hand, Dean reaches to caress my cheek gently. "It is ok now." There is something he is not saying. "I was- I thought you wouldn't wake up."
I smile at him the best way I can manage without grimacing. It is not as convincing as I expected because my boyfriend doesn't reciprocate. Dean simply frowns and murmurs he's going out to call my doctor. Under normal circumstances, I would be worried about his attitude, but my sore body and the pain in my head prevent me from analyzing his strange humor. So, instead, I remain quiet even when the medic comes in to perform his regular checkup procedure.
The doctor tells me I haven't been asleep for long, just around an hour since I was brought in. He doesn't think my concussion is too concerning, but it is good that I was still brought over to the hospital. Apart from that, he tells us the very typical and standard instructions about taking care of myself and not sleeping again for now. I half listen to it while Dean seems to be memorizing word by word. In the end, I truly only pay attention when he prescribes some painkillers.
A credit card scam after, we leave the hospital with the intention of heading to the motel and then out of the city with no pit stop. Throughout the whole process, I slowly realize Dean seems to be more quiet than normal. He hasn't said anything and the ever-present frown on his face tells me there's something going on in his mind. I don't pry, though. I know my boyfriend well enough to understand he will talk to me once he's ready. So, the process of packing our things and climbing up the Impala once more is filled with tension and silence. I start to worry when he doesn't immediately start playing his rock cassettes.
"Dean, where are we going?" The hunt is over and we've left the motel. Technically, we still had two more nights booked while we figured out what to do next. While this had been our last hunt, we haven't discussed the after. We know we want a normal life, but not much else. So, of course I'm wondering where he's planning on going. I didn't say anything before, but I cannot remain quiet much longer. "Dean?" I insist when he doesn't answer.
"You'll see when we arrive." Apart from that, he doesn't say much else for the rest of the way.
We leave the state and cross over to the next. I start to lull myself to sleep, but Dean decides then to play some music and I'm startled awake. He does it to keep me up, as the doctor ordered, I just groan internally and grab a snack from the backseat. As hours go by, I start to get more and more bored, especially with a taciturn Dean who refuses to answer my questions. I try to ask him again our destination, but he's a distant man on a mission. It's annoying and, for some strange reason, hot as hell. He's ignoring me and I have the hots for him, how fucked up is that?
Two more hours later, he parks at a random neighborhood in Kansas, I look at him quizzically. The place is a suburban area with beautiful houses and green gardens that stretch wide in between residences. It's calm and I don't imagine there's a hunt waiting for us here. I cannot picture monsters existing in a place like this. But why else would we be here?
"Dean?"
My boyfriend exists the Impala without giving me so much as a glance. I sigh and follow after him. He walks specifically to a two-story home with big windows and a nice front yard. Judging by the "for sale" sign at the front, the house must be empty. Dean, however, doesn't care about this because he walks the path up the steps confidently. Then, out of his jeans pocket, he pulls out a key and opens the door. I would have been worried he was breaking in if I had not seen for myself he had a key. I follow as he enters the house. This time, I don't speak until he does.
"I know it's dramatic, but I thought you would die." Dean turns around to look at me. "You're fine, I know. It wasn't that serious of an injury, but when you wouldn't wake up, I thought you would die. It... terrified me, of course, to think about losing you." He laughs without humor, "and on our last hunt!"
"I won't die, at least, not now," I answer honestly.
Dean nods. "Yes, that's why I want to spend whatever life we have with you. I love you, forever and always."
I smile, trying not to shed tears. "I love you too." Then, almost knowing the answer, I ask, "this house?"
My love smiles easily. "Ours."
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Part nine is divided into two posts, this one, and the smutty one. The other is Patreon exclusive.
