Wasted time (Dean x reader)

Part 1

Deans POV:

"Shit, shit, shit." I whisper angrily as I frantically look through my desk for it.

"Knock, knock. It's me." Said a voice entering my room. It was her.

"What's wrong Dean? Need help looking for something?"

"What! No... uh, no. I'm fine thanks." I said with a forced smile, covering the pile of papers on the desk.

"Okayyyy," she said questioningly, "y'know i leave today and I - uh - was wondering if you would like to take a ride, for old times sake?"

My heart fluttered but I tried to play it cool, "sounds good kid, let me grab my keys."

"Okay, I'll be waiting outside."

I took one last search through the desk before slamming the drawers closed and grabbing my keys.

Once we both got in she picked out a cassette and put it in, Metallica.

She always picked Metallica.

I glanced over and took in her profile, the way the street lamp lights bounced off her skin, the light in her eyes and how the wind got caught in her hair, for the last time.

Why do you go wasting your time on me
You're so beautiful now
There's so much that's left for you now
Oh yeah, babe

We rode silently for a while, down her favorite road that had all the old trees. She suddenly spoke up,

"Dean..." she turned to me as tears were forming in her eyes, "I'm gonna miss you so much."

"Oh, please don't cry." I said, pulling over, "please don't, you're too pretty to cry."

She chuckled a bit and reached over for my hand, " you're the best friend I've ever had."

Her stare never faltered and her beautiful eyes bore holes into mine.

And why
Why do you go flashing those eyes at me
You know that I'm eager to please
I've always been eager to please
Oh yeah, babe

She smiled and shook her head, "I- I'm sorry Dean. I just..."

"Don't be, I understand." I said smiling genuinely at her.

"Let's keep driving."

And so I did just that, still feeling her hand on mine long after it was gone.

I know I'd never forget her eyes, how kind they were and how small yet firm her hands were, they were always moving. She couldn't keep still. God, there is so much I could tell her.

I could tell her that when she sleeps the rise and fall of her chest is like a Lullaby, or how when she laughs her eyes shine brighter than stars or I could even tell her that I'm in love with her.

How I'm in love with my best friend who only sees me as just that.

But I, I've got a lot to say
And I'm scared that you're gonna slip away
And you, you've got this wide-eyed gaze
And a smile that you'll carry through your days

I parked outside of the bunker and got out, she sat there for a while and I peered in the window.

"You okay?"

And as if she was taken out of a trance she stared at me, "yeah" she sighed, "I'm alright."

I heard some rustling, then the car door slam.

She stared at baby and ran her hands over her for the last time, smiling sadly.

I checked my watch and it was 11:54 pm.