Join the reader and the boys on a whirlwind of emotions and adventure. Something's happening with Dean, leaving Sam and the reader to figure things out. Not only with what is happening with Dean, but between them as well. Can you save Dean, before h...
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After spending the entire night tossing and turning, Y/N decided to face the day and crawl out of bed around 6:30 in the morning. Trudging her way to the kitchen, she moves around to make a fresh pot of coffee, knowing that Sam was probably already out for his morning run and that he usually likes having a couple cups after taking a shower. Dean usually wasn't awake until about 8:30 or 9, so that gave her a little while to herself. After setting everything up with the coffee maker, she sits at one of the steel tables and rubs her hands over her face. Last night's argument between the Winchester's, playing over in her head.
Fifteen minutes later, she is so caught up in her thoughts, that she doesn't hear Dean make his way into the kitchen. "Hey. You're up early." His voice still full of sleep, causing her to jump.
"Yeah, I didn't sleep too great. I could say the same about you. You don't even consider rolling out of bed, until the smell of bacon hits your nose."
"Yeah, well, I couldn't sleep. Too much going on." Tapping his temple, he makes his way over to the cabinet holding the coffee mugs, pulling two down, he pours them both a cup, and he turns to hand one to Y/N.
Taking the mug and holding it in both hands, letting the warmth settle her nerves a bit. "Thanks. Everything okay? You seemed okay, when I left you and Sam last night."
"Yeah, sweetheart. Just somethings I need to think about." He gives her a smile small, before taking a sip of his coffee and settling himself across from her. Y/N watches him for a moment, before taking a sip from her own cup.
'Just talk to him. You need to figure this out.' She berates herself. She looks down, taking a deep breath to help steel her nerves before looking back up at the older Winchester. Watching him stare into his cup, she explores his face. Taking in the freckles that span across his nose. His long lashes the protect his storybook, green-hazel eyes. His lips that she had become so familiar with. His perfectly shaped nose. His strong jaw, full of a morning shadow.
Looking down at the dark liquid between her hands, "Dean? Can we talk?" The words, quiet as the leave her lips as she looks back up, determined and nervous.
Dean shifts attention to her. Noticing the look on her face. He shifts his eyes away from her, knowing where this is going to go, before looking back and clenching his jaw. "Yeah, we should. I'm going to take a guess and say that you heard Sam and I talking last night."
Y/N releases a small laugh. "Kind of hard not to. You two weren't exactly being quiet." She presses her lips together and sets her cup aside. "I understand Sam's side completely. Things have been changing between us ever since you and I ended things, but what I don't understand is why you care so much? Aside form the fact that he is your brother, what does it matter who I spend my time with? You don't hear me throwing a fit, every time that you are with someone else."
He's quiet for a moment. Thinking about how he can say everything that he wants to, without making things worse. "Ever since I ended things, I've wanted to take it all back. We were good together, even if it was a secret."
