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Y/N gave up on trying to find a comfortable place on the lumpy, smelly sofa, and sat up. your only clothes you had washed the rain, BMOL's blood and other fluids and rain water out in a creek out in back of the cabin. Consequently, you had picked the least smelly blanket and wrapped it around you until the brothers went to bed. Then you had taken the wet gym sock and hummus smelling blanket off and out it where you couldn't smell it. Then you had laid down for another night of dreaming of Dean. He would make fun of you and Sam would be sympathetic, which would have made it worse. The lightening illuminated a figure and for a second you thought it might be the British Men of Letters, the ultra-monied, well organized groups of well dressed butchers, witches and terrorists that were trying to kill all American hunters. You had worked your way into a corner in Wyoming and just as you started praying that God accept the souls of so many who had tread across the line between good and evil, trying to keep humanity safe and kill the monsters. Then like always, Dean came out of nowhere and saved you. You had stayed moving using the networks of hunter hidey-holes the man knew.
You stood just inside the screen door and watched the rain crash into his powerful body and turn to steam from his own heat. The way it pooled for the merest of moments in the hollows of his abdominals, then they dripped down his treasure trial and out of sight. She could not see his eyes, but she could feel his unembarrassed eyes taking in her body. Y/N desire made her swallow hard and before she knew it, she was out the door and standing behind him. Y/N put each hand inside of his where he had turned back around and gripped the railing when she came outside. Y/N bent her legs a little so she would be run her tongue up and down the whole spine, drinking the rain and the smoky taste of him. When she reached the nape of his corded neck, she ran her tongue along his shoulder blade and tip-toeing she nibbled his ear, delighting in his moan.
He spun around and turned her away from him, pressing her bottom to his erection, she could feel him smiling when she moaned at the fact he wanted her. He always treated her like she was a nuisance and she didn't really try to get closer to him. Dean growled at the friction and the covered both breasts with his hands. He nibbled and licked his way across her shoulder and neck, tracing her jawline with his tongues. Her knees were weak from the pleasure and her eyes were haze with all the sensations to take in, she threw her head back and let the rain pelt her face. She vainly hoped it would clear her head.
His hands travelled down her torso until they until they found their way inside her. He hadn't kissed her he just watched the feelings and sensations travel across her usually in a sneer around him are doing her Celtic battle cry as the charged into the fray. The BMOL that made it out alive would probably have nightmares of the cry and the warrior who came running out of the smoke at them, totally fearless. Dean flicked her nubbin as his fingers moved in and out of her. Y/N breathing began to hitch as little flashes of light went off behind her closed eyes. She groaned, deeper than he had ever heard her raspy alto go and came. Dean joined their mouths together as she came. The kiss was frenzied as though they could not get enough of one another's taste. He turned her around so her butt was against the porch railing and lifted her onto it.
She place her hands on the railing and sucked in her breath as he filled her. There was nothing gentle in his thrusts, she could feel the strength of his muscles, the power he could put into a thrust, the primal male scent that was his only, she held on a moaned his name through it, enjoy the feeling of being full of man. Lightening danced across the sky as he pulled her, so she would look at him and their eyes locked on each others', neither one would surrender, neither wanted surrender. Y/N watched the determination in his face, saw the force of his personality, it was one of many reasons she preferred the tempered personality that Sam had. She tumbled over the edge, it seemed like she would never hit the bottom, but she was fine because the bottom would mean the pleasure would end and she would have to fade over what she let happen.
A smile lit his perfect features; the lightening showed the triumph in his eyes. He thrust into her harder, the force just this side of pain, she could feel her body tensing, preparing to come again. A tear slid down her cheek as her body convulsed with pleasure and carnal love burst across her heart. She could no longer lie to herself about how she felt about Dean Winchester. She couldn't believe she had not stopped it at a few stolen forbidden touches. No matter what they did from here on out someone had to pay the consequences she would just make sure no matter what, she paid for her mistake not Dean, he was innocent. When pulled out of her, she stroked his face. She walked past Sam who she smirked and raised a brow at, she knew he had caught part of the events. She got dressed in front of the fire got her bag, got her travel bag out of Baby's trunk. Dean grabbed her arm.
"Let's go inside and talk about this, Y/N/N! You know how dangerous it is out there for hunters." Dean drug her inside.
"I just want to go. You said no one can make themselves as invisible as I can. I'll be fine. Besides, it won't matter in a month or two."
"What does that mean?" Sam asked.
"That means the blood I stoled when I was in the hospital, shows that my last two possibilities are out of the running. One while still healthy enough is not a close enough match and the other's liver enzymes are out of range. His marrow would just make it worse, but I might be drunk enough to float through the pain and death."
"Who were the people who tested you?" Dean asked. Horror on his face.
"My Uncle Sammy and my father, Dean Winchester." She pleaded with Dean not to hate her.
"If I stop now, eat rabbit food and detox water, could I heal enough?" Dean asked with panic in his voice.
"I think so. We could ask if you would be willing. Dean it is incredibly painful for both parties." She was gripping her abdomen and holding her head.
"I'm willing. We will talk about this after we save you." He gestured to the porch.
"What do you have and how long does he have to get his enzymes in range?" Sam stroked her long light brown hair. It was the same color as her father's and her eyes were the same piercing green.
I have between six months and nine months, that is from the liberal doctor, the conservative ones, said three months tops. I have Aplastic Anemia. Dean is my Dad because he and my Mom, Cassie Robinson, had one last roll before she told him to not come back. She died in a helicopter crash in El Salvador. Grandmommy couldn't deal. A bad storm rolled in and she caught viral pneumonia from the exposure, she was gone soon after Mommy. It left me alone, so I started hunting I was 16. Then I met you and I would often follow you around until we started to bug each other.
They talked by the fire until they both fell asleep. She kissed each cheek and memorized their faces. Then she quietly got through the door, and into her SUV and backed it out. Her heart broke as she drove away.
One Year Later
"Mr. Dean Winchester?"
"Yes. Who's this?"
"I am the head coroner in a small town in Colorado. I am also the police chief. Cloud Lake, Colorado is small and just how we like."
"Why are you calling me at 7 in the morning?"
"We regret to inform you that the remains of one, Y/N/Winchester were found in a 1990 Toyota RAV4. We followed the notarized 5 wishes and sold what was sell-able and the money was put into trust. So, when you are able, please come and collect her effects. I am truly sorry, she is the reason, my deputies and I aren't dead she told us to switch for silver shot, she tossed us each a loaded magazine with silver bullets. While we were reloading she killed them all. We will pay for a proper burial if you are not interested." He was getting angry.
“The deceased was my daughter who disappeared a year ago. I care. I have searched places I hope she never knew existed. Thank you.”
Several Hours Later
Sam was dragging when they got the right badges. Dean was riding his pain, he wouldn't eat or drink.
"Hi. I heard you brought in a Jane Doe this morning, she might be who we are looking for, I was wondering if we might see the body."
"We speak Hunter here. If it wasn't for that little girl and others we would have gotten munched when the wolf woke up. She told me about being sick and she kept saying she made an oops, but the minute she looked at the scrunched up face with pure green eyes and this shock of light brown hair, followed closely by a hefty little boy, who prefers happy and he laughs a lot, she thinks a lot. She said to tell you she started the names, you can finish me. You and her Uncle Sam have wanted out. I promise that you would be out even if I had to cripple you to do it. Every hunter I've heard say they needed to quit who didn't, came back under a tarp. She is through the door."
Sam followed, wondering if his niece and nephew would like living in Cloud Lake, CO. If Dean had his head someplace uncomfortable, he would find out how he could. He stepped into the morgue, this one smelled like...tulips? Dean smiled she did a charm so she wouldn't stink. Dean looked fine until, they remembered her decorating the dingy room of the week. He swallowed hard. May I meet my children?
"Of course."
Dean sat down and the nurse packed his arms with staring, cooing, Mini-Deans, Dean was hooked. "Could you live here?"
"Yeah. I love it. I could stay here while you introduce the quiet and the happy to Grandma.
”Okay.” Sam noticed his brother was crying.
“You okay Dean?”
”I’m trying, but I would rather have her, alive and sassy. I know we had a sick thing going, but I felt more love, you know, adult love from her. Look what we did with one time. A lifetime we could have, the three of us saved the world.” Sam just nodded.
The next three days went by fast. Dean barely made his flight which the babies helped him get through. He was fishing for juice, they already loved it like their mother. He found the envelope on the bottom of a pocket.
Dean/Daddy
I knew you would feel them, the pure love of life, neither of us never got to have, mine is not your fault. I chose you. One look at your picture and I could see you letting them borrow the backup car, a 1967 Mustang for prom and you at graduation, the thinker will be valedictorian. I saw YOU at prom and YOU at graduation and I knew. The next day I was diagnosed.
Also in the same pocket there is both a cassette and a CD version of me explaining everything for when you think they are ready to know. I also put other tapes of me reading books of the Bible, The Complete Works of Shakespeare, and “Green Eggs and Ham”, The Lorax and The Cat In The Hat. Please play them and tell them .I refused treatment which would maybe have given me a couple months with them. I would have been in la-la-land and they wouldn’t even have the tapes. I loved them so much. I loved you, I want the people I love most to be happy. Love, Y/N.
Dean felt the place inside that had been numb since they picked up the call, melt. They would know her, the good, the bad, the ugly, the goofy sense of humor. They would see the pics inside at Christmas he would but up all the pics until the birthday. Sixteen still feels like they got gipped. Dean laughed, she had written on two wallet-sized cards, all their vital info, bds, colors, foods. Dean could almost see her making them. The pilot announced they were landing. Dean smiled, two little angels were preparing to soar.