Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Back Together

"Y/N, we're here." Dean's voice sounded from somewhere up above you, and squinting your eyes open, you saw him start to wrap his arms around you.

"The bunker?" You mumbled, letting him slide his arms around you, effortlessly picking you up.

"Yep. Gonna clean you up and get you into bed." He promised as you felt yourself away with his body movement.

"Thanks Sammy." Deanls voice rumbled through his chest as he walked through the opened door to your shared room. Dean carefully placed you down on the bed, before grabbing your T-shirt and sliding it over your head. He winced at the dark line of bruises covering your neck, along with the ones shaped like a hand on your arm. "From Cas?" He asked, his fingers ghostly tracing the bruises on your neck.

You nodded, your throat still sore from the torment.

Frowning, Dean unbuttoned your jeans, moving to slide them down and you gasped in pain. The blood from the gash had dried your jeans to your skin, and it was pulling the sensitive skin.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, and with one yank freed your jeans from your skin, and you hissed.

The blood started flowing again, and Dean pressed your ruin shirt to it, before grabbing the first aide kit that was laying on the nightstand.

Taking deep breaths, you held onto the pillow, your knuckles white as he cleaned and stitched up the wound. Soon it was over, and he pulled a long, clean shirt over your head.

Your eyes were closed, but you heard rustling. Before you knew it, Dean had slipped in behind you, pulling you tight to him.

With the light still on, he could see the bruises around your neck, and you felt his body stiffen as he brushed your hair back from them. "I know he was under the spell. But every inch of me wants to find him, and beat him senseless."

"It's over, and we are all alright. That's all that matters." You assured him, as you felt yourself falling to sleep once again.

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The next morning you woke up, stretching, feeling only a slight discomfort in your hip and your neck.

Rolling onto your back, you were a little disappointed to not find Dean in the bed with you. A frown on your face, you slipped on his gray robe, making your way into the kitchen, needing coffee more than usual.

You heard voices, loud voices coming from the kitchen, showing both Winchester brothers were awake. Standing in the door frame, you watched with a slight smile on your face as Dean ironed both of their white shirts. It was a mundane task, a glimpse of normal in an other wise crazy life.

"Dean, stop ironing my shirts with beer!" He yelled as he pushed past you. "Y/N, you need to go back to ironing our shirts."

"Okay Sam." You answered, before moving in to grab a cup of coffee. "Really Dean, beer?"

He just shrugged, unplugging the iron. "It's straight, that's all that matters."

Sitting down at the table, you munched on an apple as he sat down next to you.

"So how's Cas?" You asked him, surprised to not see the Angel joining you in the kitchen. He always seemed to enjoy the room, especially when it was occupied.

"He's exhausted. That spell took a lot out of him. He's gonna stay behind, relax in the bunker while we go on this hunt." Dean explained. "He also feels bad about what happened to you." He said, his gaze dark as he looked at the bruises on your neck.

"A hunt? Since when was there a hunt?"

The look he gave you was one you hadn't seen for a while, his eyes lighting up with excitement, his mouth curved in a smile. It reminded you of the Dean you had first fallen in love with, and you lost yourself in it. "Since early this morning. Now if you want to go with us, you have five minutes."