Strength - DeanxReader

Chapter 22: The Reunion pt 2

As soon as Sam saw you, he immediately engulfed you in a hug, cutting off your words. You don't know what you would've said if he had given you the chance to speak, but you were kind of glad he didn't. You had never been one for chats, preferring to simply communicate in your actions, and this was the best break you could've gotten that day.

"I'm so glad you're home." He whispered as you craned your neck to reach his shoulders. Even when he was craned over to hug your smaller frame, he was still a giant. You heard his voice break and realized that he was crying into her shoulder— this was the first time you had ever seen him cry.

Immediately, you latched onto him and ran a hand over his back, finally seeing exactly how much this whole ordeal had affected him. You could tend to get wrapped up in your own issues, and the separation definitely didn't allow Sam to have anyone to really rant to.

But in that moment, neither of you needed to speak, you just needed a little bit of time to process the rollercoaster of events that you all experienced. You had been put through the ringer like never before, and you were okay with letting Sam express the emotion for the two of you.

Eventually, you did pull apart, but the silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable or hard to fill, it was just needed. You gave him one last hug before the two of you separated for the night, wishing each other a smooth night of rest before you made your way back to Deans room.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. Not only had you been through a physical with wendigo earlier that day, but you have had more emotional endeavors in the past 24 hours than you have had in a really really long time. Meeting the Winchesters all those years ago had changed your life so much more than you could fathom, for better and for worse.

But as you watched Dean Winchester step out of the bathroom, clean as ever, his rugged face adorned in freckles and scars, dressed in a plain white shirt and dark grey sweatpants, you realized that maybe he was worth it. Maybe he wasn't the reason why you started hunting, or the cause of all of your pain, but being able to hold him in your arms was enough to blind you from those bad memories, even if its only temporarily.

"What are you staring at?" Dean asked, snapping you out of your tired gaze and racing thoughts.

"Isn't it obvious?" You smirked, looking him up and down one more time before chuckling to yourself as he raised an eyebrow in excitement.

"Do you want to change? I don't want you sleeping in bloody jeans, especially in my bed." He said nonchalantly as he started scouring for something you'd be comfortable in in his dresser drawers.

"Who said anything about sleeping in your bed?" You said, feigning slight confusion as you stood up and walked towards him.

"You really think after all of this time, I'm gonna let you spend another night in a bed that's not mine? That's precious." He scrunched his nose at you, his tone both joking and extremely serious. You hoped he couldn't bear to lose you again, that he felt guilty for everything he had done to you. You hoped that because you felt exactly the same way.

After kicking off your shoes, you lifted your head back up to see Dean towering over you with a new type of look in his eyes. Had you seen it before? Whatever it was, it definitely had never been this intense. His hands trailed across your waist before swiftly grabbing your shirts hem and lifting it over your head. You complied.

"Now that I think about it, maybe you don't need to sleep in anything." His eyes trailed over you. It was lust— that thing in his eyes, it was lust, but not just that... there was pure love there too.

You instinctively pressed up against him, tangling your arms around his waist as you fell into a needy kiss. Before long, you broke apart and you took this time to explore him, bringing your lips to trail down his neck. You felt him moan in a wave of pleasure but just as you kissed his jaw, he tensed up and broke apart from you, breathing rapidly as you just stood in shock.