Bartender?

My Job

I woke up to an empty bed. Dean was gone it making my heart speed up. My only thought was he left me. There was no other reason why he would be gone with no note or goodbye. I feel tears fill my eyes just a noise from downstairs.

I get out of bed and open my door voices drifting up the stairs. I follow them stopping when I hear my name.

"Dude you got to tell her."

"I'm not telling her anything she doesn't need to know." says what I know to be Dean's voice.

"How many times are you going to come to her barely alive before you tell her? You expect her to just ignore why you get hurt all the time?"

"Sam don't. I finally found something good here your not going to make me lose it."

"She needs to know."

I walk down the steps and step into the living room wanting to get to the bottom of this.

"I need to know what?" I ask making both winchesters turn to face me.

"You heard that?"

"The tail end of it. What do you need to tell me Dean?" I ask looking at him crossing my arms.

I'm sure he took it as I was mad but I really felt like I was falling apart.

"Y/N don't make tell you."

"Dean just tell me what your job is. Tell me what you do. Why you show up here the way you do."

"My job.... My job is...."

"Can I take a guess?" I ask knowing he's not going to tell me.

I watch him close his eyes and clench his jaw. It's in that moment I realize he didn't want to tell me because of him or me. He didn't want to tell me because of what we had. He didn't want to end it.

Not saying anything I walk across the room and wrap my arms around him. I feel him jump and quickly grab onto me. Him almost shaking.

"Promise me you'll tell me soon. I want to know what your job is."

He nods pulling me closer burying his face in my hair.

"Thank you." He says standing up pressing his lips to mine.

"I mean it Dean." I say holding his hand to my face.

"You make me happy I need you around."

"I'm not going anywhere sweetheart." He says kissing me again.

Hearing a cough behind me makes me giggle and Dean smile. I feel his hand left my hip for a second then return back to it.

"We should probably eat something."

"Yes lets."

I walk into the kitchen he coffee pot half full. Judging by the smell Dean made it.

"Dean hunny your coffee is like motor oil." I say pouring myself a cup.

"Fuel for me baby." He says wrapping his arm around me resting his head on my shoulder.

Hearing a chuckle I don't react as I put sugar and cream in my cup.

"What?" Dean asks moving his head from me.