This book is dedicated to the one and only Dean Winchester.
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⚠️- this means that the chapter will have major spoilers.
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You were Bobby's daughter, well not technically. When you were 6 a couple demons tracked down your parents. They told you to run. You don't know if your parents are still alive or not. When you and Bobby went back the house was for sale.
Bobby and Rufus found you when a Crocotta had lured you into a cave with the sounds of your parents voices.
After they killed it Bobby took you to his house and in a sense, adopted you.
Ever since then you have called him dad.
You were Sams age so when you saw the Winchesters you both would play around. Dean would play when we were younger but when we got older he was usually off with some girl.
John would sometimes take you on hunts with him and Dean. He didn't want Sam to go.
You and Dean had a special relationship built on trust. You talked to him when he couldn't talk to anyone else, whether it was about John, himself, or anything really.
You had always had feelings for the older Winchester and when Dean asked you out you said yes.
You started dating when you were 17. Every now and again you guys would take a break. Being in a relationship while hunting is tough.
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° You were sitting at the table in the bunker's library with your feet up on the table. You were creating your own hunters' guide.
It has everything about every monster you have hunted, and some that somebody has given you information on.
You were writing when you felt hands on your shoulders and a loud noise in your ears.
"Shit" you yelled fairly loud and almost fell off the chair (that had arms btw)
You could hear Dean's laughter behind you.
"Not funny" you mumbled and sat back down at the table.
Dean sat down next to you and you punched his arm.
"Ow" he said in a fake hurt voice as he rubbed his arm.
Dean stopped laughing when he saw you didn't smile.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked leaning to the side so he could see your face.
"Yes Dean, I'm great" you said closing your journal and walking up to a random spare room.
You sat down and faced the wall. You had always been scared of losing Sam or Dean, but after Bobby died then Charlie it has been a lot worse.
You all suffered your share of PTSD but it got really hard for you sometimes.
You don't cry much but when you do you cry very hard and usually sleep for a day afterward.
You pulled a pillow to your chest and started to cry.
Five minutes past when you heard loud footsteps down the hall. You got quiet but flinched when the door slammed open.
Dean saw your slightly shaking figure and sat down beside you, draping an arm across your shoulder.
"Hey, ____ look at me" you didn't look at him though. You just buried your head deeper into the pillow.
"What happened? Did I do something?"
"No Dean" you turned away to wipe off the snot and tears. "It wasn't you, I'm sorry"
"Please don't apologise. At least not yet" he chuckled trying to lighten the mood.
"I want to tell you but-" you were cut off when you felt the hot tears burn the back of your eyes. You tried to hold it back but only halfway succeeded. "It is stupid"
"If you are crying like this it isn't stupid" he leaned in and kissed your forehead.
"I'm scared Dean. Scared that I am going to loose you or Sam. I'm scared that you will leave me for some chick at a bar. I'm scared that you will go on a hunt and not come back." You paused and drew a shaky breath.
You raised your voice.
"I'm scared you are going to do something stupid to defeat Amara. Being a hunter is hard, you know that Dean. I have grown up not knowing whether or not my parents are dead or why the demons were after them. Bobby died and I didn't even get the chance to tell him how much I was thankful for him or how much I loved him. Then Charlie died and she didn't even deserve it. I loved her too. I am just so scared that the very few people I have left to love are going to leave"
You were yelling at this point and you kept yelling. You both stood up.
"____" he said in a loud voice and he got closer to you.
You put a hand on his chest to keep him from coming any further.
"____, I am not leaving you! EVER!" He says.
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry too"
He pulls you into a big hug "I love you"
You hug back "I love you too"
This one is bad, I know but they do get better and shorter later.
