Zammi-Chan

Home was a concept lost on (Name). It wasn’t that she didn’t understand it, more like, she didn’t have it. Never had, and the sad truth was, she didn’t think she ever would. Hunting was a tough job. It consumed your whole life, forced you to cut ties with the people you didn’t want to risk losing. Not that it’d protect them much in the end anyways. (Name) envied all the local hunters. The ones that were brave enough to risk everything by settling down, hunting only when they needed to. Those people were rare nowadays, considering that supernatural activity has boosted up, many of the once locals had cra

'Cause I'm bleeding out, so if the last thing that I do Is bring you down, I'll bleed out for you So I bare my skin, and I count my sins And I close my eyes, and I take it in I'm bleeding out, I'm bleeding out for you "Where is he?!" The demon screamed in your face, its patience lost. "Just tell me where Dean Winchester is!" The knife it held was coated in your blood, taunting you as it made a deep laceration on your collarbone. You squeezed your eyes closed, willing yourself not to cry out, you were stronger than this, you wouldn't give in. "Go fuck yourself." You snarled, levelling the demon with a glare. The black eyed creature roared, po

Contrary to popular belief, Dean Winchester did cry. Unfortunately, you had been the one to usually witness it. You use the term witness loosely. A better wording would be, accidentally stumble upon the scene and stay while undetected. Basically, you kinda spied on Dean while he cried. You were a tough girl, you were a hunter, a force to be reckoned with. Not even the movie Old Yeller had made you cry, which in turn, Sam called you a heartless bastard and went outside to cry. But if there was one thing that would break your heart, it would be hearing Dean Winchester cry. So, when you were sitting at the table in the bunker, across from De

Did you hear him right? "What?" You asked in disbelief. Dean laced his fingers with yours. "I said I'm done hunting, I'm done." It took him a moment to say those words, but once he did, the weight of the world was gone. It was like he could finally see clearly. "R-really?" "Really." Dean nodded and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "You can live with me if you want." You offered. "I mean it. I would love it if you were here." You explained with a faint blush. Dean's smile was assuring, he took brought your fingers up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on them. "I'd love to." Dean would always remember the smile on your face. T

Dean kept his promise. Yes, he had to crawl up to the front door and probably freak out most of the neighbors considering the amount of blood he was coated in, the majority of it his. He didn't expect an ambush, but he didn't expect to come out alive either. Dean wasn't even sure how he drove the Impala back here without crashing. At the moment, it was parked crookedly in the drive way. Mary's toy soldier was clutched tightly in his hand, the other, trying to apply pressure to the stab would in his gut. With a balled fist containing the toy, Dean knocked on the door as hard as he could, which, with the amount of blood loss, wasn't much at all

Your face fell again. "Right." All the warmth from your voice was gone. "Whatever. Just make sure you tell Mary you're leaving." You walked away without another word. Dean said he'd be here for a couple of days. He hadn't even stayed for twenty four hours. "Wait, (Name)!"Dean called, trailing after you. He grabbed your arm and whipped you around, pulling you against his chest. "I'm not leaving for a long time, just for a few hours." Dean assured. "Why? Where do you need to go?" You asked. "(Name), those vampires are closing in on me. I need to get away from you and Mary for a while so I can gank em. I'll be back tonight. I'm even gonna leav

Dean continued to watch in silence, occasionally glancing over to you and Mary. A bit later into the movie, he yawed. Even long hours in the car can give you jet lag. He leaned his head back deciding to rest his eyes for a moment. Mary put her paper plate in the trash and came back with a purple fuzzy blanket, throwing it over Dean. You shook your head in amusement, chuckling. Mary put her finger to her lips to tell you to be quiet and you smirked. Dean mumbled something unintelligible and pulled subconsciously pulled the blanket more snugly around him. You picked Mary up. "Time for you to go to sleep too honey. Dean will be here when you wa

Dean threw Mary up onto his shoulders and she tangled her fingers in his hair to keep herself upright. You smiled, "how does pizza sound for dinner?" Mary nodded enthusiastically, "Yum Momma." She replied. "Sounds good to me." Dean added, getting a better grip on Mary before spinning around, making her squeal and giggle in delight. You couldn't hell chuckling, Dean seemed like a natural when it came to kids, and Mary absolutely adored him it seemed. "Hey, wanna give me a tour?" He asked you. "Sure, Mary, would you like to help?" You smiled. She clapped her hands in agreement. The two of you showed Dean the whole house, Mary, taking time to

It had been over 12 years since Dean had last seen you. You two hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms either. Sam was happily married and living in California. Dean was still hunting, it was something he wasn't sure he could stop even if he tried. He knew he could have picked up the phone and call you at anytime to check up on you. But he never did, just tucked his phone away and busied himself with something else. Finally, after a day long internal battle, and another day to build up courage, Dean had Bobby find your location and took the drive to North Carolina. Here he was now, fiddling with his clothes, waiting to see you again for

2 Years Later "Mary, can you go wake up Daddy?" You asked, flipping another pancake. The 6 year old nodded and slipped off her chair, clambering up the steps and into your room. You could hear Dean grunting, which informed you that Mary used her favorite method of waking him up, jumping. You smiled once you heard the giggling which told you that Dean was awake and tickling her. Just as you were placing the bacon in the pan, Dean's arms snuck around you, rubbing circles on your inflated stomach and pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. "Morning." He greeted. "G'morning." You replied, shooing his prying hands away from the pan. "Sit down you."