infatuate / destiel au

one

September

   Dean never told his wife about the blog he had found only months earlier. He felt guilty about it, and even though he wasn't contacting the person, it felt like he was cheating on his family.

   He was living a double life. He was basically Hannah Montana, but he wasn't having the best of both worlds. He didn't know why he felt the way he did, he loved his family.

   He was proud and took joy in them, yet he felt even clicking on the blog was doing them wrong.

   Dean suddenly felt overwhelmed with guilt and acted on impulse. He had to get this blog off the internet. He quickly typed in the internet address he had memorized and before he could stop himself, he clicked message.

   Dean sat in his chair for over an hour thinking of what to type before finally coming up with something that sounded reasonably fine. His message read,

      Hello,
My name's Dean Winchester and it's been recently brought to my attention that there is a blog about me. As I am quite flattered, I am concerned this is a problem. Me and my family feel uncomfortable with this being out there and would like to nicely ask you to please shut this down. We are not going to press charges or anything of that sort unless you refuse this offer. Message me back your answer and may we further move on from this. Thank you.

   He knew he sounded rather dumb and maybe hurtful, but thoughts of what his family would think of him consumed him and without another thought he pressed send. He knew he lied, which sent him into further shame.

  Dean sat in his chair with his head in his hands. He was stressed over this whole thing and he probably should've left it alone. But Dean knew better, if he left it alone someone, anyone, could bring it up to Lisa, his wife. Even worse, his kids could find out.

  This blog could tear everything Dean built down and that terrified him. He was overreacting and he knew it, but that didn't stop him, he was lucid and fear ran through his veins.

  He sat, staring at his computer screen for what felt like years before finally hearing a ping, which indicated a message was received.

  He sat up so fast, he could hear the chairs squeak. He quickly moved the mouse to the message icon and clicked on it. The message held simply a few words;

   Dean Winchester? That's hilarious, Gabe. Stay off the internet from now on please. Nice try, almost truly got me this time.

  Dean blinked a couple times before finally settling on the fact the message was taken as a joke. He wasn't joking and it sort of pissed him off that he didn't get what he had nicely asked for. He sighed and took in that he would have to work harder to make this go away.

  He typed up a reply and curtly nodded to himself as he read over it and hit send once again. The message had said simply a couple of words,

  I'm Dean Winchester. This isn't a god damn joke. How can I prove it to you?

  He was prepared for any reply now, he would do anything to keep his family together in one piece.

  The answer came fast as after not a minute through of sending his reply, a new ping sound was heard through his computer.

  With no hesitation, Dean clicked on the message and read it aloud, "Sure, Gabe. Meet me at Wooden Park tomorrow at 10. See you then." 

  Dean wondered who Gabe was and for a second, actually considered meeting this person. He quickly brushed away the thought and stood up out of his chair.