All In The Past - Dean x Reader

You had been travelling and hunting with the Winchesters for a long time now, they were the best in the business.

You’d been introduced to them through your god father Bobby and you’d been with them ever since; but throughout the years, not once had the brothers treated you like anything other than family, until now.

Dean had always looked out for you, like any hunter would, but he had never looked at you like that before. A look full of such longing, it made your heart melt.



It had been late one night, the three of you sitting up drinking in the motel. Dean had been acting different all evening. Sam fell asleep quickly, until it was just the two of you left.

‘What would you say, if I told you I love you?’ Dean asked, as he passed you the bottle and gave you that look.

‘I would say, that I think you have had too much to drink,’ you said, trying to not let the words reach your heart.

‘It’s not the drink talking (y/n),’ he said sulkily and you laughed. He cheered up, proud that he had made you smile.

‘It’s the way you smile at me, it makes me feel like all the wrong I’ve done and will do, doesn’t matter as long as you keep smiling at me like that. It’s how you say my name, the way it sounds so safe on your tongue makes me feel like the happiest man alive (y/n),’ Dean leaned closer to you.

He was sitting beside you on the sofa and you tucked your legs underneath you on the seat, so you could turn to look at him. He placed his hands on either side of your face.

‘And when other guys look at you, it makes me so angry. I just want to rip them apart. I just want you.’

You closed the distance between you and kissed him hard. Dean responded and laced one hand in your hair and the other around your waist, pulling you closer. You straddled his waist and placed both hands on his chest, pulling back.

‘I love you too Dean,’ you said, breathless.

Dean grinned at you like a small child at Christmas and kissed you again; and that was how it began.

Dean became your world and you his, but it was when you were due to go back and visit Bobby a few weeks later that things fell apart.



Dean drove of course, with you in the front and Sam in the back. You and Dean were singing along and you felt happier than the first time you had in years. Sam groaned at your singing, but he had a smile on his face. He was happy for the two of you.

You got to Bobby’s and darted up to the door, letting yourself in. The boys followed, getting a bag out of the car.

‘Bobby?’ you called out in the house.

‘I’m in here,’ he called out from his study. You walked in but your smile faded when he didn’t greet you like he normally would.

‘What’s this?’ he asked casually, but you could see the tight lines in his eyes. He gestured to Dean’s coat that you were wearing.

You didn’t know what to say, you’d expected him to be alright with your relationship, maybe even a little happy; but you hadn’t been expecting this.

Dean and Sam walked in a few seconds later and you turned to Dean, reaching out a hand. He took it and stood next to you.

‘Somebody like to tell me what the hell is going on?’ Bobby asked his voice louder than normal. Dean frowned at him and looked down at you and back at Bobby.

‘Me and (y/n) are together now,’ Dean said with a level of calm that you didn’t think you could’ve managed. You could see where this was leading.

‘I got that, and it aint happening! You are not having a relationship with my god-daughter, ya’ hear me?’ Bobby yelled.

‘Oh I heard you all right Bobby, but you give me one good reason why I shouldn’t be with her,’ Dean yelled back.

‘Stop!’ you screamed and they ignored you.

‘She’s gonna get hurt with you Dean-,’ Bobby said.

‘She knows how to handle herself-,’ Dean yelled.

‘I ain’t talking about the hunting Dean. I’m talking about you,’ Bobby said calmly and Dean stepped back in shock. ‘How many hearts have you broken over the year’s kid?’

‘I would never hurt her,’ Dean spat at Bobby.

‘Dean, go outside,’ you said and he turned to look at you, eyes wide. You put your hands on his face. ‘Please,’ you whispered voice thick with tears.

He kissed your head before storming out, and with a smile from you Sam followed him.

‘You don’t have the right,’ you seethed at Bobby. He closed his eyes and looked sorry.

‘He’s got a history of being a player, kid. I don’t want you getting involved in that sort of relationship.’

‘He loves me Bobby,’ you said.

‘That ain’t good enough!’

‘It’s good enough for me!’ you screamed, tears running down your face. His face fell but before he could speak you ran out of the house and past the impala, and straight to something you could punch.

You found a car and punched a hand in the glass, shattering it in places and slicing open your hand. You sat on the floor and leaned against a car. You saw Sam from a distance, watching you, but you weren’t going anywhere.

Dean turned up after a while and bandaged your hand, followed with him wiping the tears from your face.

‘I spoke to Bobby. I told him that I am never going to hurt you, he must have believed me. I think it convinced him when you ran out. He says he’s sorry,’ Dean said as he helped you to stand.

‘Tell him I believe him,’ you said as you went and sat in the Impala.

‘Take me somewhere Dean, anywhere but here,’ you told him through the window.

Dean went inside and came back out with Sam in tow.

Dean started the car and drove off and you could see Bobby with his head down in shame in the rear view mirror.