You're great at hiding Dean Winchester

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       The hunter flipped the lights on and was greeted by the pale-faced Sheriff. He immediately shoved her away from him, his eyes grew large with regret. Dean slowly placed his gun on the nightstand, never once looking away from the Sheriff. Too scared to move, all Sheriff Hanks could do was stare back at the FBI Agent. He sat down on the bed and slid both hands through his hair. After that, the two just stared at each other while in uncomfortable silence. Many times, the Winchester wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth as soon as he opened it. Sheriff Hanks looked down at her hands after a while, wanting to escaped Dean's eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck until finally, he huffed in frustration.
"I just gotta know," Dean faced the Sheriff, she tensed. "What the hell are you even doing here? This late at night, in my motel room?" He furrowed a brow after the question. All the Sheriff could do was sit down on one of the chairs in the kitchen. From there she looked at one of the windows, which was lined with salt. She let out a faint chuckle.
"You know, my friend used to do that, salt the windows. He also kept a gun under his pillow." Dean's breath got caught in his throat. After gathering up a little courage, Sheriff Hanks walked over to Dean. She sat next to him, which caused him to tense up even more. "And his gun looked like that too. He used to say that it was his favorite." Dean shifted in his place after hearing the Sheriff speak. "I knew it was you as soon as I heard baby roll up at the police station." Sheriff Hanks looked at Dean, waiting for him to figure it out. He stared back into her eyes, then looked at her freckles.

January 29, 1995

The Impala rolled into a library's parking lot. Her purrs faded as John took the key out of the ignition and stepped out. Following behind were two boys. The littlest of the two followed John into the library while the older one waited by the car. John told his eldest son to keep watch, just in case. Dean sighed as he watched Sammy disappear into the library. He leaned up against the Impala and kept a lookout for the Shifter that his dad was after, not that he knew what it looked like. John had gone into the library to look up some lore. He wouldn't be back for a while. Dean milled around the front of the library, then the back, then the sides. Nothing. Giving up, he went back to the Impala, planning to drive off somewhere. Dean stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of someone. It was a girl with cocoa brown hair, she was sitting on the library's steps reading a book.
"How Cliché..." He mumbled under his breath. He was ready to leave, but for some reason, he stayed. He couldn't help to look at her. In fact, he couldn't stop looking at her. Dean rolled his eyes with a defeated sigh. He walked over to the steps and sat down next to her. She looked up from her book and went red. She shoved her face back in her book and continued to read. Dean looked at the cover of the book and smiled, Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery. He played with his hands for a bit until the girl broke the silence.
"So who are you waiting for?" Dean looked over at her, he just stared at her. "I'm waiting for my mom, I'll probably have to walk home again though."
"Why are you gonna walk home?" Dean looked at her book while asking the question.
"She goes out drinking and doesn't come home 'till really late. So she never really picks me up." The girl looked away, her face growing a crimson color.
"Well, I mean, I could give you a ride." Dean stood up and offered a hand to the girl. She took it and stood beside him.
"I don't even know you, so I can't trust you." She slid her hand away from his, Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
"Winchester, my name's Dean Winchester." The girl looked back at him with a smile. "There, now you know me, which means now I can drive you home." The girl's smile widened as she took his hand again.
"Adalyne Hanks, now you know me too." Dean smiled at her and blushed slightly.
"Nice to meet you too, Adalyne Hanks." He led her to the Impala, ready to take her home.

February 14, 1995

Dean parked the Impala outside of Adalyne's house, he was surprised that he was even there. He wasn't supposed to be in town this long, but the hunt got complicated when John disappeared one night. The girl appeared at the front door, Dean stared in awe. Adalyne wore a pink romper accompanied by a black choker. She hurried to the Impala, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up her neck. Dean smiled at her once she got into the car.
"Ok, where's the ball m'lady?" Adalyne giggled and told Dean to just drive. He was taking her to the school dance, he was just dropping her off though. She was meeting up with some friends. When they got to the school, all the students were staring at the Impala like it was a limo. Dean let Alalyne out of the car and watched as she hurried over to her friends. He was about to leave when a student that was a grade above her, came up behind her and smacked her ass. She turned around quickly to yell at him. He grabbed her by the wrists with one hand and went to smack again with the other. Dean's blood boiled, he pushed up his sleeves as he stalked over his direction.
"Anthony stop it right now, this isn't funny!" Adalyne yelled at Junior.
"I don't think I want to Adalyne, your ass is just calling out my name." He reached out to slap her ass again, someone grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Anthony, I'm warning you right now. Leave her alone." Dean clenched his fist, waiting for Anthony's reply.
"Whoa-ho, the new kid is picking a fight, with me? Listen here Winchester, stop acting all high and mighty before I kick your ass." He shoved Dean back and started to go back to Adalyne.
"I don't think so," Dean grabbed him by the shoulder once more, and punched him in the face. Anthony stumbled back, he got up to run at Dean. Dean punched him again. The Junior got up and ran off, everyone he passed laughed at him.
"My hero," Adalyne cheered. She grabbed Dean's hand and took him to the dance.

March 25, 1995

Pebbles hit Dean's window around midnight, he grabbed his gun from under his pillow and slowly crept towards the window. He opened it quickly opened it and pointed the gun at the person throwing the pebbles, which was Adalyne. She looked at him with wide eyes, Dean threw the gun over to his bed.
"Jesus, I'm sorry! God, I'm so sorry. I thought you were a raccoon."
"So you were gonna shoot me!?" She whisper-shouted.
"Hey, you can never be too careful." Adalyne rolled her eyes, she rested her elbows on the windowsill with a smile.
"So, you coming?" Dean smacked his forehead playfully and chuckled.
"Yeah, let me go grab my jacket." He disappeared from the window and headed to his duffel bag. There was still no sight of John so he didn't have to worry about being caught. He began to climb out the window, then he looked back at Sam. He usually wouldn't ever leave his brother, but he thought this was different. Dean looked back at his brother one more time before disappearing into the woods with Adalyne.

April 3, 1995

The Impala was parked in the middle of the grass, with junk food waiting. Dean saved his money to buy a couple of portable game systems. He walked over to the front of the classic chevy, popping in a Guns N' Roses cassette. Adalyne stood in the clearing, staring at the Impala with wide eyes. Dean walked back around, hugging her from behind.
"Dean this is..." Tears of joy threatened to spill.
"Well you know, cuz you're my best friend and all." Dean's face flushed pink, highlighting his freckles. "So ya know, I- uh." He stuttered, Adalyne giggled then hugged him.
"Thank you, Dean." Dean smiled and hugged back. The two climbed into the Impala, pulling food from the trunk. Pies and burgers and others were spread across the front seat. Dean tossed a game-boy at Adalyne while he was scarfing down his pie. She laughed when Dean looked at her, with pie smeared across his face.
"What?" Dean said looking as innocent as could be.
"You, you have pie all over-" Adalyne managed to laugh out. Dean touched his face, blackberry pie was on his fingers.
"You wanna help me get it?" Dean asked with a smirk. Adalyne couldn't contain her laughter and flopped over. Getting pie and burger everywhere. She froze.
"Ah, Dean I'm so sorry. I know you don't want Baby to get dirty and-" Dean leaned over and kissed her. He smiled as he pulled away.
"You're my baby, I don't care if you get my car dirty." She smiled at him softly then leaned over and finished his kiss.

May 25, 1995

Dean stood in front of Adalyne's front door. He was so nervous, the flowers he bought kept shaking in his hands. He was so afraid that she wouldn't like them. Dean took a deep breath and rang her doorbell. About two minutes later she opened the door and started to laugh.
"What, what is it?" Dean barked.
"Nothing, you just look really scared. It's a date, not the end of the world." She held out her hand, Dean took it and squeezed.
"So does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?"
"We'll see Winchester," Adalyne smirked before heading to the car.

June 7, 1995

"Jesus Dean," She said with her mouth full. "That was friggin fast." She watched as the teenage Winchester tossed his napkin onto his plate. Adalyne finished He pie quickly after and repeated Dean's actions. He slipped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her close. She rested her head on his side and smiled up at him.
"I love you, Dean." Dean froze at the words.
"W-what?" He looked down at Adalyne.
"I said I love you." Dean smiled down at her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"I love you too Addy." The jukebox flipped to a Paul Anka record and he smiled at the song.

"Addy?" Dean breathed out. The Sheriff smiled at him, she had tears in her eyes.
"You're great at hiding Dean Winchester." Her voice broke. Dean let her fall into his arms and silently cry. A tear fell from his eye too. He couldn't believe after all these years, that it was her. "I've missed you so much, oh god! Dean, I've missed you." He balled her fists into Dean's shirt. He kissed the top of her head with a sad smile.
"Adalyne I'm sorry, oh I'm so sorry..."


This was rubbish, sorry. I told y'all that this would be good, sorry. I mean I kinda like this chapter because I worked hard on planning out the memories but that's it. Everything else is rubbish. Welp, stay tuned.

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