Where's my Baby?

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by Raverunner24

by Raverunner24

Dean x Sister!Winchester

Prompt: (16) Set to right after Dean gets back from Hell, but finds out Sam abandoned you.

Dean's POV:
I pulled Sam into a hug after he realized I wasn't a monster. I look around the hotel room to find it empty.
"Where's my baby?" I ask curiously.
"Oh, the Impalas outside."
I stare at Sam incredulously, "Not the damn car, Sam! Where's y/n? Where's my baby girl?!"
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Your POV:
The bar you chose is mostly empty except for a few drunks playing pool and some heavily made up women flaunting themselves. You still couldn't believe you'd found yourself in a place like this.

A few months ago you'd never be caught dead in a sleazy place like this doing the thing you used to scold Dean for, getting drunk. But now, it was the only way to get your mind off your feelings. You looked down at your outfit, you were ashamed. You barely covered yourself with a skin tight black dress that barely came down to your mid thigh and knee high leather heeled boots. You could get free drinks this way, so this is what you did.

You take another shot of whiskey to drown out your feelings. without alcohol, you were a mess. You could somewhat forget it all by getting drunk and sleeping around. It had been so hard Dean died, and it would've been easier with Sam there but the night Dean got dragged down to hell he took off. Not a note or a goodbye just took the Impala and left you to fend for yourself. Some brother, you thought to yourself.

You took another shot hoping to drown out the sadness filing the Dean shaped hole in you heart. You missed him with your entire being and If you couldn't hear deans voice in your head telling you not to, you'd have gotten a demon deal to get him back. You just wanted it all to end, the pain the misery, everything.

You felt a tap on my shoulder, "Go away," you slurred, attempting to rid myself of yet another fuckboy trying to get hooked up, although you didn't know what you expected, dressing like a hooker.

The tapper insisted and tapped again,"I said-" You turned in your stool to tell him off but was cut off in complete shock. The tapper wasn't just some random guy.

"D-Dean..?" It was him. It was your big brother. The one you missed so much, the one you almost gave your life for. The same Dean as far as you could tell, except his insides should have been on the outside. But for now, he was alive and you didn't have to be sad anymore.
"Y/n?" He said with tears in his candy apple green eyes that mirrored yours. You jumped off the stool and into his strong familiar arms. You smelled the smell of Dean: whiskey, leather, and gunpowder. It was your Dean, just as you'd always remembered him.

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