Tough Love ✔️

The Brothers

Years later...

You looked down the barrel of the gun, aiming at the target at the end of the range. Taking a few short breaths, you felt your fingers lightly tug on the trigger, and the recoil bounce the gun as the shot fired.

"That's my girl," you heard your boyfriend cry out with a laugh. "Right on target."

You chuckled, turning to see Dean Winchester as you slung the rifle over your shoulder like a soldier in one of the wars in the 20th century.

A smile spread on your face like melted butter over popcorn and a laugh bubbles from your throat. You'd been with the Winchesters hunting and helping with cases ever since the vampire nest a few years ago, with Dean and you becoming quite close.

Though the world had almost ended with the ushering of the angels, you'd managed since then to keep out of the major issues to do with 'divine fate' and such and left all the angels and demons to the badass brothers.

"You're not too bad a shot yourself," you grinned back, taunting. You knew how good a shot Dean was, you'd seen him in plenty of action. You walked by your boyfriend, and handed him the semi automatic. "Go on, prove yourself."

Dean winked at you, taking the gun. "I think I just might," he grinned.

Taking a seat where Dean had been seconds ago - his aroma lingering in the air - you watched as the eldest Winchester rose the gun to his line of sight and shot within seconds. You jerked at the sound of the shot - you still after all these years on hunts was still not used to gunshots - and punched the air for your boyfriend.

"Not bad!" you smiled, and watched as Dean turned to frown at you, giving you the toughest puppy dog face you'd ever seen, green eyes and all.

"Not bad?" he repeated, dumbfounded. "That's what you said last night."

You poked your tongue out. "Not to you." You watched as his face recoiled from the comeback, and then added, "Boom."

"Burned," he winced, coming back to you. You felt a smile touch at the edge of your lips, and then as the two of you neared, his on top of yours.

It was moments like these when Dean would come and visit which made your days - months - feel absolutely at the pinnacle of happiness. You'd been with him since forever, or that vampire nest you, he and Sam had cleared out, and since had been his go to girl, his girlfriend.

You'd rarely hunt with him, since the apocalypse had been started, mainly because a) angels and demons together weren't your crowd and b) you liked being the soloist like Bobby Singer.

So the times you had together were between hunts and missions and death defying occasions and you savored. You savored the stolen kisses and the bright green eyes you woke up beside in the mornings. It wasn't often it came, so it was absolutely amazing when it did.

"You okay?" you heard Dean ask as he parted from he kiss, and you nodded. Nothing was bothering you, not with Dean back.

"Yeah," you breathed. "Not a thing wrong."

Dean grinned. "Good. I like it that way," he brushes the hair from your face.

"Same here," you whispered, and kissed his temple.