I'm not a Winchester

(7)

"Danny..." I heard Dean's voice behind me and felt his hand on my shoulders. "Sweetheart-"
"Don't you dare call me that." I snapped, pushing his arm away from me. I buried my face in my hands.
"Danny, I didn't mean to lose my cool in there. You could've told us why you didn't want to be here though." He said softly, sitting down across from me. I sniffled and looked up at him, running my hands through my hair and taking a deep breath.
"I was on a lot of shit when I was 16, Dean. My boyfriend at the time was my dealer. And then I met Rian and we got into hunting, and he got me to sober up for the first time in my life." I started explaining.
"I thought you'd never hunted with someone?" He broke in. I looked at him and he nodded for me to continue.
"I hunted with Rian for 11 years. We mostly went after demons, it was easy work. He got possessed and I.." I choked on my words as they came out of my mouth. "I did what I had to do to keep myself alive."
"So, you didn't tell us about Rian because..." he prompted me.
"Because I had to kill him, Dean. I just didn't want you thinking I couldn't carry my own weight." I took a deep, shaky breath.
"How'd you end up with Bobby?"
"After Rian died I relapsed. I broke the fucking pavement, I hit the ground so hard. My dad sent me to stay with Bobby thinking it would stop me, but it didn't. I overdosed one night and Bobby said hunting might make recovery easier. That's when he started finding me little hunts to go on. Simple things. He must've thought I was dead in a field when he sent you and Sam after me. It wouldn't be my first slip up." I could tell my voice was mostly emotionless now. My body just felt numb as I tried to cope with how fucked up I was.
"Did you slip up today? Come on, I promise I won't get mad like I did before." Dean asked with concern in his voice.
"N-no. I went to Mike's party for a minute, but I left. Bobby would kill me if I relapsed again." I told him.
"Good, because I can't hunt with a dead girl." He chuckled, trying to lighten the conversation. I laughed a little bit, wiping at the tears on my cheeks.
"Hey, if you ever get into a tight spot with the recovery, or anything, you can tell me. Alright?" Dean still had concern filling his voice as he said that. His hand went to my face and he tilted my chin toward him. He placed both hands on either side of my face and wiped the tears away with his thumbs.
"Okay." I nodded. He helped me up and led me toward the motel room.
"Actually, can I just smoke really quick? It helps." I asked softly. He nodded and went inside to grab my cigarettes out of my trench coat before coming back out. He waited patiently for me to finish and put it out. By the time I was done, I thought I could breathe again.
"Okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, thanks." I said and let him take my hand, leading me inside and to the bathroom.
"Let's get you cleaned up." He said as he took a washcloth and wet it before running it over my face. I winced when he moved to my hands, still bloody from beating the wall. I almost wanted to kiss him right then and there. He knows everything, and he still wants me here?
"There you go, beautiful." He mumbled when I was all cleaned up.
"Thanks." I responded, looking at his eyes. He cupped my cheek with his hand and leaned in to kiss me.
"Dean, these records are starting to look really shady.." Sam said, walking around the corner. He didn't seem to notice he'd interrupted us. Dean walked out there to see what he wanted. Another almost-kiss for the record. I've lost count of how many there's been. We called it a day and I finally got to take off that dumb dress and relax in my pajamas and drink a beer.
The next day, we went to the hospital. Well, Dean and I did while Sam went back to the police station. We walked in and went to the room of someone who had been attacked by our witch but survived. The doctors wouldn't really talk to Dean, but for some reason were more than happy to tell me everything, including their phone numbers.
Sam found the witch after a few hours and we went and managed to get it with minor injuries. I sprained my wrist and we all got a few cuts, but that was about it. We were celebrating at the bar now, and someone asked to buy me a drink. Not being one to turn down free liquor, I accepted and we started talking.
"You look like you've got some pretty good stories to tell, sweetheart." The man, Bret, was flirting with me.
"I sure do, but what about you? Got any stories for me?" I asked, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. He started talking about his days in the military and I listened intently. After a while the live band played a slow song.
"Care to dance?" He offered. I smiled and put my beer down. As I walked out to the dancefloor I saw some blonde flirting with Dean, and it kind of pissed me off. Bret put his hands on my waist and we started dancing, but I couldn't stop looking at that blonde chick. She was putting every move imaginable on Dean. Twirling her hair, giggling, touching his arm.
After the song was over Bret asked me to leave with him and I politely declined, going back over to the bar. My seat had been taken by Dean's guest.
"That's so funny! You're such a nice guy." The girl giggled and took a sip of her fluffy little drink. I'm sure she's one of those people that can't handle their liquor. One shot of whiskey and I bet she'd pass out.
"Who is this?" I asked Sam, standing next to him.
"I don't know, but she's been flirting with Dean for a while. We might get locked out for a few hours." Sam admitted, knowing the habits of his brother to pick up chicks and lock him out of the motel or bunker room. He ordered another beer while I kept watching the girl and Dean. After a few minutes, I was ready to throw up.
"Fuck this." I said, taking a shot.
"What?" Sam asked, obviously not hearing me.
"Fuck." I repeated. I felt something snap in me and walked over to Dean, still talking to that girl.
"Hey, Danny, this is-" Dean started but I cut him off, grabbing his jacket and crashing my lips onto his. He tasted like beer and pie, coincidentally enough. I felt his hands grab my hips as he stood up, pressing me against him and leaning into the kiss. After a second, I bit down on his lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt.
"What was that for?" He asked, jumping back and checking to see if he was bleeding.
"That's for not kissing me sooner. I've been waiting for you to do it for a long time, Winchester. I'm disappointed that I had to do it first." I fake-pouted. He smirked and pecked my lips. The blonde already walked away.
"Is this because someone got a little jealous?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I thought it was hot when I got mad?" I questioned.
"It is." He replied and held me against him with his arms wrapped around my waist. We paid and went out to the impala, Sam not saying anything the whole time. Dean was holding my hand and took the camero keys from me.
"Hey, Sammy, drive this back for me, would ya?" Dean said, tossing Sam the keys. We got in the impala and drove back to Kansas. I was half-asleep on Dean's shoulder when we got there. He tried to carry me but woke me up in the process.
"Dean." I groaned, still groggy.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm just trying to take you to your room." He apologized. I half expected him to try to stay with me, and I'm not sure if I would've objected. But he laid me down and pulled the covers up over me before kissing my forehead and leaving. I fell back asleep pretty easy.
"Whoa, hey, come here." Some random guy said, picking me up off the ground, practically out of my own vomit. That was the worst high of my life. Jesse owes me some serious money for selling me that shit.
"Are you okay?" He asked, holding me up. I groaned and tried not to throw up again. "Here, you can crash on my couch tonight. I'm Rian." He introduced himself and led me inside.
"D-Danny." I replied. I had no idea why he was being so nice to me, but for some reason he saw more in me than most people ever did.
I woke up and rolled over in my bed, slightly hung over from being at the bar. I got up and walked out to the kitchen in my underwear and a t-shirt to get a glass of water.
"Danny?" I heard Castiel's voice behind me and jumped, dropping the glass on the floor and hearing it shatter.
"Jesus, Cas, you scared me." I breathed. "Can you turn on the light?" He turned to do so but Dean beat him to it.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" Dean asked, looking at us. I tried to tug my shirt over my batman underwear, but to no avail. Dean just smiled when he noticed.
"Uh, I was getting water and Cas flashed behind me and... yeah." I explained in one breath. It wasn't like I could run back to my room, there was glass around my bare feet. I forgot about it and took a step toward the counter, hoping to stand behind it and hide my bare legs. I stepped into glass and yelped as a piece got in my foot.
"Stay there, please. Don't injure yourself." Dean asked softly and walked over to where his boots were, putting them on. He walked over to me and picked me up, setting me on the counter before sweeping up the glass and throwing it away.
"Okay, let me see your foot." He turned to me. I lifted up my injured foot and Dean pulled the glass out of it and wiped the blood off of it. When he was done I sat there, studying him. He took a quick step forward and kissed me. It was small and fast, but it was a kiss.
"Are you two in a relationship?" Cas asked. I almost forgot that he lacks a filter. I looked at Dean.
"Danny?" He shrugged. I shrugged back. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked. I nodded and he turned to Castiel. "Yes, we're in a relationship." I smiled as he said it. Cas just kind of walked away.
"Did you actually want to be my boyfriend?" I asked, scared he was pressured into it.
"Of course. You're amazing." He replied and parted my knees to get closer to me and kiss me again. This one was a lot deeper than before. His tongue went into my mouth and his hands went on my hips, pulling me against his chest. I held onto him with my arms around his neck while he picked me up and held me.
"To my room?" He asked, I smirked and thought about saying yes.
"I'm still hung over." I informed him, unwrapping my legs from around his hips to stand. He put me down and kind of pouted, sticking his lip out a little.
"We've been in a relationship 5 minutes, dude." I laughed and walked back to my room. I could feel him watching me. At least I got to kiss him.