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“I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t.”

Dean had those same piercing green eyes that you remembered. eyes that you had looked at every night for years, eyes you thought you would look into for the rest of your life.

“Y/N, we knew that it was never going to work, I was a hunter and you were just a college student trying to go to law school”

You could feel the saltwater in your eyes just thinking about when you first met him at Stanford.

“I ruined Sam’s path, the same exact path you had, all because of hunting. I couldn’t ruin yours too.”

Dean hadn’t moved an inch since the moment the conversation started.

“I fell in love with you the moment you and your brother came to Stanford for that case, and for three years all you did was lie to me. You told me you loved me but all you were doing was stringing me along.”

he took his first step toward you but you put one foot behind you to keep the same distance.

“I never lied to you Y/N. I loved you more than I had ever loved anyone. every second of those three years and every day after I have loved you.”

he took another step and you didn’t hasten a retreat this time.

“Then why did you say the things that you did that night Dean?”

he continued his advance toward you.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt in the long run, I didn’t want you injured, killed, or worse because of the line of work I’m in. So I hurt you in that moment to stop any future hurt, it was the only way.”

“Well you did hurt me in the long run Dean.”

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“Shit, that hurts!”

Sam dabbed the washcloth on the large gash on your cheek once again.

“Well maybe if you had stayed behind me like I said”

You sighed and pushed his hand away from your face

“Sam, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. I don’t need to stand behind you waiting for you to kill everything while I do nothing. I don’t understand why you always feel the need to protect me, I-”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU”

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-Flashback-

You were standing in the middle of the gym, streamers hanging on the walls and ceiling, music playing loudly, and girls and guys dressed up for what should be one of the best nights of a high schooler’s life.

You were still waiting for your date to arrive. A new kid, Dean Winchester, had moved to town a few months ago and ended up asking you to prom.

But here you were alone at prom

He never showed up

-End of Flashback-

You turned the corner in the abandoned building walking toward a brightly lit room where you heard voices

you had your gun up ready to fight whatever came, but you weren’t expecting what you saw next.

“Dean we can’t just come in here Half-assing our plan, there are still at least 20 more werewolves that will come back”

You walked in the room gun still drawn

“Actually there are more like 30 werewolves”

Two men spun around to come face to face with your gun

But before you could say anything time seemed to stop. you made eye contact with one of the men

his green eyes meeting yours

“Y/N?”

“Dean?”

Sam looked between the two of you

“Am I missing something here?”

“Sam, this is Y/N, I met her at one of the high schools dad threw us in up in New York and-”

“And Dean here ditched me on prom night”

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he answered on the fourth ring with the same old gruffness in his voice

“Hello?’

you hesitated and couldn't say anything

“hello, anyone there?”

“Hey Dean.”

Dean stood up straighter after hearing your voice

“Y/N?”

“I need your help Dean.”

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“What did you say Cas?”

“When Sam came back from hell, not all of him was there. His soul is still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer. The longer it takes for us to get his soul back the more corrupted it becomes. I’m so sorry Y/N”

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You had been sitting in the library reading about greek mythology when a cute boy sat across from you with a book on roman mythology.

neither of you said anything until your sleeve rolled up and your anti-possession tattoo peaked out.

“Nice tattoo, what does it mean?”

you pulled your sleeve back over your arm

“Its nothing, just-”

he cut you off finishing your sentence

“an anti-possession tattoo against demons? yeah I know.”

you were shocked you didn’t think there were many other hunters who went to college, let alone Stanford

“I’m Y/N”

“nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Sam.”

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“Oh come on Y/N, don’t you think I’m cuter than that nerd. I mean just look at me..”

You took a few steps closer to Sam

“I am looking, and I don’t see much.”

Lucifer feigned hurt grabbing at his chest

“Ooo you’re a sassy one aren't you?”

Sam cut into the conversation.

“We’re here because we need your help, not so you can flirt with my girlfriend.”

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“I’m a what?”

“you’re an angel Y/N.”

you were confused, you weren't an angel, you were just human.”

“Y/N, when the angels fell so did you, but you experienced it different than the others did. You lost your memories of your life as an angel, and they were replaced with false memories of your life as a hunter.”

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you inserted the syringe of dead man’s blood into the last vamps neck as you heard a door open somewhere in the house.

you drew your gun pointing it toward the only door to the room when three men came in, one of them looking especially familiar.

“Y/N?’

you put your gun down putting it in the back of your jeans

“yeah umm, I'm sorry I forgot your name”

he smirked, “It’s dean, Dean Winchester.”

“Yeah, you’re the guy from the bar the other night.”

“and you’re the girl from the bar. you’re a hunter?’

you started moving some of the vamps bodies out of the way

“Yeah, I got word of a nest out here so I figured I’d check it out. I met you in the bar the first night I got to town. oh and don’t worry I handled it, I don’t need your guys’s help.”

you continued to take care of the nest as Sam and Cas pulled Dean aside.

“Dude, she forgot your name, Aren't you the one who usually does that?”

“shut up”

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“So when is the wedding?”

You both answered at the same time which did not work out well

“November”

“August”

you both looked at each other

“darling November is the perfect month for a wedding, theres falling leaves, warm colors, and-”

sam cut you off before you could continue

“that’s lovely dear, but August is warm, and perfect to find great venues.”

The old lady you were talking to at the party laughed

“oh you’re so young, I believe me and my first husband had an August wedding... or was it my third husband.”

she laughed again and you both joined her.

“Well me and my fiancee should go and talk to Mr.Allen about the new science he’s developing, our company is very interested. but it was wonderful to meet you Mrs.Puth.”

you and Sam made your way across the room

“listen, if we’re gonna go with this whole engaged thing, we need to get our story straight.”

Sam pulled you In closer wrapping his arm around your waist

“of course dear”

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Sam, Dean, and Cas walked into the small dive bar in Normal, Illinois to have a drink after a particularly rough hunt.

“I’ll go grab us some drinks, you guys sit down.”

Sam headed toward the bar where a bartender was turned around making drinks for other customers.

“I’ll be with you in a second”

That voice, Sam thought, it sounded familiar.

as soon as she turned around he knew why

“Y/N?”

your eyes opened wide at the sight of a man you hadn’t seen in almost 4 years.

as soon as Dean and Das heard your name they turned toward the two of you to watch the interaction.

“Sam, what are you doing here?”

Sam’s voice was lost in his throat for a moment.

“We’re uhh- we’re here for a case. there’s been a lot of-”

you cut him off “possession, omens, and monsters around here? yeah, I know. that’s why I’m working here, to find out what people know.”

you pulled out two shot glasses filling them and handing one to sam.

“Well here’s to working with each other again”

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Your head hit the bunker floor with a sickening thump.

Jack had been trying to learn how to use his powers, for good. he didn’t want to be like his Father so you had been helping him.

However today Jack’s powers were not very controlled and you had been thrown across the library.

“Y/N!! Y/N, I’m so sorry.. I-I didn't mean to-”

Dean had heard the noise and rushed in the room, he still wasn’t a big fan of Jack.

“What the hell did you do, get away from her!”

you tried getting up but you could feel the room spinning

“No, Dean, please it was an accident! Jack didn’t mean to-”

“No Y/N, dean’s right, you should be afraid of me. I’m a monster.”

with a flap of wings Jack was gone

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You walked in the room seeing Cas, Sam, and Dean whispering about something.

“What’s going on guys?”

they all looked around at each other but Das was the one to speak up

“Y/N, when God created humanity he knew that Sam and Dean would come to be. because of this he created a soulmate for each one to help them save the world. You’re Sam’s soulmate.”

You’d had a crush on the younger Winchester, but you never thought anything would come of it, not in this life. finding love as a hunter just wasn’t possible.

and yet here you were being told you had a soulmate, someone you were destined to be with.

“Oh my god, so Sam and I..?”

“you’re meant for each other, it’s your destiny.”

Sam walked towards you and you didn’t know what to do, you stood there in shock.

“Y/N, I have had the crush on you for the longest time and-”

before he could say anything else you brought his lips to yours and it was like the world was filled with light,

with love.