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Chapter 9: Nightmares- Part 2

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Dean's POV

"It's okay if you don't want to talk. I get it, but if you do want to talk I'm willing to listen and so is Sam," I told her. Bottling up emotions is not something I'm a stranger to, but I was afraid that maybe Y/N wasn't.

She nodded her head and went back to eating her pie. I kept my eyes carefully trained on her. I knew she thought I hated her, but that was far from the case. I was trying to keep her from getting close to me because it seems that everyone who gets close to Sam and me ends up dead. I didn't want that to happen to Y/N.

She finally looked back at me with red rimmed eyes.

"It's just," she paused and I kept my mouth shut. If there's anything I've learned over the years between Sam and me, it's that prompting usually leads a conversation to a dead end. I thought it best to let her speak on her own terms. If she wanted to continue, great. If she wanted to stay silent, also great.

"It's everything," she finally admitted. She kept her e/c eyes locked on mine. "The Hellhounds, living with you guys, you hating me, this new hybrid monster...It's a lot and I guess it's really getting to me."

"Y/N," I shook my head at her. "I don't hate you."

"Then why do you keep giving me the cold shoulder?"

I told her it was for almost killing Crowley. It was partially true, which was good enough for me. I didn't want her to know that I was trying to keep her at a distance. For some reason, Y/N put me in mind of Charlie, and it instantly made me think of how she almost died because of me and that freaking wicked witch. I didn't want that for Y/N.

"Tell me, Dean," she started, the remainder of our pies long forgotten. "Do you want me staying at the bunker?"

"It's slightly safer than being on your own, so yes."

It was an adjustment for her, that much I knew, but it was also an adjustment for me. It has always just been us brothers together. It wasn't too often that we worked with others, let alone let someone live with us. I mean, look at how long it took for me to accept Cas. Accepting Y/N into my home was going to take a lot of patience and being open minded.

Her mind seemed to be off whatever things were haunting her and the tears were no longer streaking her p/d cheeks. She kept looking at me, maybe trying to process everything still.

"Ready to go back to the motel?" I asked. She nodded and strands of her hair fell loose from behind her ears. I smirked to myself and slid out of the booth, tossing a twenty dollar bill down on the table.

"Wait," Tammy, the waitress, called out to us. "Do you want your change?"

"No, you keep it. Thanks for the pie."

"No problem, hun. You two take care." She sent a wink our way and we left.

Y/N was nodding off the whole way back to the motel. Despite being warm myself, I kept the heat up for her. As soon as we sneaked back into the room, she collapsed on the bed. I slid onto the crappy mattress beside her and pulled the covers over us.

"Dean," she mumbled as my head hit the pillow. "Thank you."

"No problem, sweetheart."

It wasn't long before she started to stir in her sleep. I felt for her. When it came to being a hunter, there were a lot of memories that could torture your mind. I've had my share of nightmares keep me up at night.

Rather than wake her again, I scooted my body close over to hers and pulled her close into me. It had been a long time since I had been this close to woman. My heart raced at the contact and I pushed the feeling as far from my mind as I could until I finally drifted to sleep with Y/N in my arms.