It was pouring down rain. Some would even say it was raining cats and dogs. And you, poor you, were stuck out side in the middle of it. You dragged your feet, not even noticing the inches deep water around your ankles anymore, as you trudged down the deserted road. The hood of your coat was up but did little to stop the insistent wind from grabbing your hair and whipping it around your face. You where soaked to the core, not even an inch of skin uncovered by water. Your body had long since given up on shivering, surrendering to the numbness that filled your bones with lead. Only a few more minutes, then I should be there... You thought, hoping it would be true. And then you saw it, a giant concrete door set in the side of the hill. The wind slammed it shut behind you as you slipped down the stairs.
"Hey Princess, how was your walk?" You could hear the smirk in Dean's voice even before you turned towards him. Instead of responding with a sassy remark like you normally would you just stared, the cold in your brain to strong to fight. "Hey, what's wrong?" Dean's voice was now filled with concern as he stood from his seat at the table and walked to you. "You're soaked through! How long were you out there, Y/n?"
The warm air of the bunker had been working hard to warm you up in the few moments you had been inside but all it did was alert you to that fact you were cold and cause you to begin to shake. "A-a-bout h-h-a-alf an h-our-r." You teeth clanked together, rattling your skull.
"You're gonna get sick if we don't get you warm..."
"T-t-try hy-p-p-ot-t-herm-m-mia..."
Dean's strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his warm body. "I'm-m g-g-et-t-ting you w-w-wet."
"I don't care, Princess, we need to get you changed. Can you walk?"
It had taken all your energy to speak, so you simply nodded, your head resting on his chest. His heart beat calmed you a bit.
"Yea, like a believe you, come on now." He gently picked you up, carrying you bridal stye down the hall towards your shared room. When he got to the almost closed door he kicked it open, refusing to set you down even just for a moment. He was forced too when he got inside though, as he had to find you clothes. Your guys' room was a mess, clothes, both clean and other wise, were scattered all over the floor, and Dean didn't have time to waste by being hygienic. So he simply pulled open the closed draw and removed the first folded things that he came across. Those things just so happened to be Dean's AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of booty shorts you had bought for working out and never worn. Dean carefully pealed the wet fabric away from your ice cold skin then tugged the new clothes over you. Your body shook even more in an attempt to warm the sluggish blood flowing through your veins, and it scared Dean.
He loved you.
It was a thought that had been floating through his head for days, months even. It wasn't even a thought anymore. It was an instinct. A truth. And he couldn't lose you just when he was starting to believe it. Not after he let you leave. It was just some stupid fight about nothing. He knew you needed to blow of steam so he let you go. You would come back from your walk and smile, call him an idiot, and kiss. You weren't supposed to come back half dead and well on your way to being the rest of the way so. His eyes trailed from your damp hair to your uncovered toes, body frozen, mind unable to comprehend what to do next. Your chest rattling cough startled him into action. He pulled a pair of fuzzy sox' onto your feet and then brushed the hair away from your face. There was only one blanket on the bed so he ran and grabbed a few more from a closet down the hall, wrapping them around your small frame, and then crawled in beside you, wrapping his arms around you as well.
You sighed and burrowed closer to him. His smell over whelmed your world, being buried in his blankets, with his shirt on and his chest pressed against your face. The cold still weighed heavy on your body but for the first time since it started to rain it was bearable. It was only bearable when you were in the arms of the man you loved. Loved? Your brain was to muddled to understand the importance of that one word, so you simply gave in to the sleep pulling at your consciousness, drifting away, safe in Dean's arms. Your body stopped shaking, you taking one deep shuttering breath before going still.
Terror gripped Dean's heart and threatened to rip it out of his chest. After an agonizing moment you moved again, your breath ruffling Dean's shirt. He smiled, pressed a kiss to your hair, and relaxed, content to wait for you to wake.
***
Warmth. That was all you could feel. Your fingers and toes still burned from the cold but the rest of you was warm. Scratch that, not warm, hot. You were burning up. Your eyes blinked open, but all you saw was darkness. There was something completely enveloping you, suffocating, cocooning you in a wold of oppressive darkness. For a moment you panicked, struggling against the force holding you down, and then it started to move. You froze, it breathed, and you relaxed. It was just Dean. A smile blossomed over your face as you playfully pounded your fists against his chest. "Move, you big baby, I can't breath."
Dean laughed, his chest rumbling comfortingly against you, then rolled onto his back. You were still buried. You struggled and fought, clawing your way out of the blankets. "What were you trying to do, suffocate me?" You stopped and glanced at your boyfriend. "Your not Othello's reincarnation are you?"
He laughed again. "Glad to have you back to normal Princess. How are you feeling?"
"Better thanks to you." You threw off most of the blankets, only keeping your favorite spread across you. "You're a freaking human heater, didn't even need those blankets with you here." You sighed in content and curled up against his side, breathing the smell that was distinctly Dean.
Dean smiled down at you, glad his princess was okay, and rested his head against yours. You smelled of salty rainwater, only the faintest hint of your coconut shampoo remaining, and it reminded him of almost losing you. "Hey, Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't ever leave again."
"You can't ban me from living Dean." You found yourself getting slightly irritated.
"I know, I just don't want to lose you." His voice was raw with emotion. Emotion that he had a hard time showing to anyone, even you.
"Baby," You turned over so that you were laying on top of him, your chin popped up on your hands that you had laced over his chest. "The only way you'll lose me, is if you imprison me. I know that you're not going to lock me in a closet and keep me there like Harry Potter, but not allowing me to be myself is worse then that. If I'm not allowed to be who I am, I will turn into someone else entirely, and you will lose me forever. I know it's scary for you to let me go out and hunt, hell I worry abut you every time you leave, but you have to let me live." Dean stared down at you, lost in your (y/e/c) eyes. "Baby, who am I?"
"You are a wonderful, talented hunter who can take down anything that stands against you, human or otherwise, while still looking sexy. You're also never scared to speak your mind."
"Exactly. I can take care of myself. Now, I'm not saying that I don't make mistakes. But I know that when I do, you are always right there beside me to help me up."
Dean sighed, letting your words sink into his mind and take root. The two of you lay in silence, content in each others presence, for a long time. "Hey, Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Dean Winchester."
