One Shots - REQUESTS OPEN

Chapter 14 Dean Winchester

Late night drinking with Dean)

"Dean come on you so can't do that drunk!" Y/n called as he tried to do a flip off of one of the library table.

"oh please! If I can't do it sober surely I'd be able to do it drunk!" he said happily making her burst out laughing, he attempted but ended up on his back instead of his feet, Y/n burst out laughing as he groaned loudly.

"help" he wheezed laying his rough hand on his shirt, Y/n smiled down at him and attempted to stand from her chair, her legs instantly felt heavy but also like jelly.

"Dean I can't!" she cried with laughter gripping onto the table as she tried to walk towards him.

"oh come here!" he exclaimed loudly but she shushed him hoping they didn't wake Sam up.

"he is so going to kill me in the morning" Y/n said slowly getting used to her legs, she helped pull Dean up but ending up head butting him and losing her balance as they both burst out laughing, Y/n watched Dean's face crinkle next to his apple green eyes, his soft lips pulled up into a truly happy smile, he gripped her hips and pulled her closer, her leather belt dragged against the wooden library floor making an awful noise.

"you look so happy D" Y/n said softly as she laid her head on his chest leaning up to kiss his cheek as they stayed on the floor.

"I am happy, I have you, I have Sammy, Cas and Mom are back in town, I have my family back" Dean said kissing her head.

Y/n looked up at the ceiling as she thought back to all the stories about his father, John Winchester the mighty soldier...

"Dean?" Y/n asked her voice weary as she spoke.

She only heard a hum from him as she felt his hand lay on her stomach.

"Do you miss your father?" Y/n asked softly, she instantly felt his body stiffen under her weight, his hand curled into a fist, Y/n sank her hand down to his pulling it up to her lips.

"I'm sorry...i shouldn't have asked" Y/n said almost instantly sobering up as she remembered one of the first conversations they had had.

"My Dad was a mean old Bastard" Dean's words echoed in her mind again as they both sat up, his back tight against hers as she reached for the bottle of whiskey flicking it back.

"Cas has been telling me to talk to you, maybe it would help, I don't ever want to burden you with such crap...i couldn't ever tell Sammy" Dean whispered his warm breath hit her neck as she saw his hands shake.

"it's okay Dean, it's okay" Y/n said kissing his shaking hand, she heard his gasp for air and turned round to look at him somewhat silent tears fell from his face as he took the whiskey bottle and swigged some back.

"it's okay D, you can trust me" Y/n said kissing his cheek.

"I know God I know I can trust you, you've given your life for me countless of times, you looked for me when I was in hell, in purgatory everytime I was sent back you broke into hell just to see if you could get me out sweetheart, I know I can trust you" Dean said kissing her, his right hand gripped the back of her neck.

"it's okay" she said again placing her chin on his shoulder.

"no...no it's not" Dean said his voice cracking, pain emitted to her chest as he continued to speak.

"no matter what I've done, you never ever ask about my Dad because you know from what Sammy has said that we didn't get along all the time...but it was the opposite for me, I had to I needed...to make him proud all the time, I need to prove myself" Dean said his voice sounding rougher as he spoke, Y/n moved off his lap and listened to every word watching his face change as he spoke.

"I needed to show him I could do it, but no matter what I did, he never showed me compassion, he never said well done or good job, it was always do this do that take care of your little brother boy, if he gets hurt Dean you'll be in trouble" Dean said using a different tone of voice as he said those last words.

"What kind of trouble Dean?" Y/n asked the dredded question after his breathing calmed down a little more.

"what do you think it means Sweetheart, my Dad wasn't a kind man you know that" Dean said tears streaming down his face again.

"when you got taken to that kids place, Sonny spoke to me when we were on the hunt...Dean he said you had bruises, he told me you said it was a werewolf, Dean I know for a fact you hadn't fought a werewolf while looking after Sam and until you were at least 20" Y/n said he looked down again.

"it was John wasn't it?" Y/n asked, a slow nod was his only reply.

"how many times did he hurt you Dean, you took the beatings so Sam wouldn't?" Y/n asked softly he nodded his hand tightened in hers as he wiped more tears away.

"too many times, I left to play at the arcade or some crap, me and Sammy had been in that stinking motel for at least 2 weeks, I came back and Dad was home...Sammy got hurt he was out of it for a couple days, I doubt he even remembers but I remember all of it Y/n, every last beating, every bruise but when he'd get the belt that was worse...he'd apologise after of course he would" Dean said dropping his head back on the table leg.

"you have nightmares about him hurting you don't you?" Y/n asked a simple nod was his answer.

"he can't hurt you anymore Dean, I'll protect you always...i love you Dean" Y/n said kissing him, his hand moved back up to the back of her neck, her soft words giving him light once again, the remaining dark thoughts were quickly forgotten as he hiked up her shirt.

"I love you for you Dean, you don't ever need to prove anything, I love you just the way you are, the messy, the cook, a full grown man that still watches scooby doo, and will watch Tom and Jerry with me, the man who has been torn apart, beaten, bruised and abused, the man with love, anger sometimes even hatred but Dean I love you because you help me forget everything out of those Bunker doors, you help me feel real" she exclaimed pulling his collar.

"I love you too Sweetheart maybe even more then that Elvis burger" he said Y/n laughed loudly kissing him back as light returned to their conversation, happiness and laughter filled their chests once again.

They spoke of that night through the passing years, this time it didn't effect Dean as much as it did...it helped him, he always seemed happier once they had spoken, like a huge weight had finally been lifted from his soul, the sick poisoned weight that sometimes made bright sunny days darken with thunder.