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spencer reid x Hotch! daughter 

PART TWO ( you can find part one here)

word count: 3.7k 

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, thank you guys so much for all the support on the first part.

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HI SORRY TODAY WAS MY BIRTHDAY SO I DIDNT WORK ON PART TWO TODAY BUT I PROMISE ITS COMING SOOOOON

spencer reid x hotch! daughter

(this is totally an au w/out jack and haley IM SORRY)

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title: “If On A Winters Night” (Dean Winchester)

characters: reader x dean winchester

word count: 2.1K

warnings: angst, swearing

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You first met him 6 years ago. You knew about what hunters do, especially considering your father was one, but you were never interested in hunting for your own. You knew how to survive, thats what mattered. 

Yet 6 years ago, when she got wrapped up in a shapeshifter case, she met him. Dean Winchester. The man who, unbeknownst to you, would go on to be one of the most important people you would ever know. 

After the hunt, you got dragged to celebratory drinks with the Winchester brothers. It was there that those green eyes caught your undivided attention. 

Sam had turned in early, leaving just you and Dean at the bar. What had happened that night was fairy tale material. There was no meaningless sex, no sloppy drunken kisses or tearful confessions. What transpired that night was pure connection.

When the conversation turned from casual chit-chat to an interesting and meaningful discussion is still unclear. But the two of you talked until last call, and talked all the way to the motel you both happened to be staying at. And even though your room was all the way on the other side of the complex, he walked your right up to your door continuing the conversation until the two of you finally bid farewell.

What you weren't expecting though, was the fact that the next morning he was gently knocking on your door.

Thus began the second day of your week long affair. 

Each day he surprised you with something else to do. Go out for ice cream, late night drives, karaoke club etc. Even though you had only known him for a couple of days, your feelings for him were exponential. And he felt the same.

7 days after your initial meeting, the two of you had mindlessly wandered through the city, going wherever your feet would take you, you found yourself back at the motel. Lingering by your door frame, not wanting the night to end.

Dean looked at you with those torturous green eyes, and a smile couldn't help but land on your lips. 

“You can’t smile at me like that.” Dean had said.

“And why not?” You contend, a line of confusion rushing across your forehead.

A smirk appeared on his face “Because I may just have to do something about it.”

Before you could say a word, he leant down and cupped your face. Parting your lips with his with ardent. Absolutely unforgettable.

The next morning you woke up to rythmic banging on the door. The noise was increasing as you rushed to the old wooden door. A slight smile was on your face at the idea that it could be Dean.

Swinging it open, you were met with a teary eyed Dean. His face flushed and hands running through his blond hair.  Your light smile immediately dropped as you saw the state he was in.

He looks up at you and immediately scoops you up into a back breaking hug. His hand in your hair, and chin on your shoulder.

“(y/n)...I’m just...i’m so sorry (y/n)” He says into your hair before quickly unraveling his arms from around you and heading towards the door, not before hastily placing a folded piece of paper on to your desk.

You stand there, dumbfounded with a light gloss over your eyes. What just happened?

You rush to the table and unfold the paper, your breath hitching as you start to read.

(y/n),

This week that we have had together has been one of the greatest weeks of my entire life. I have never felt more instantly connected with a person then I have with you. That’s what makes this so difficult. I have been called for a hunt that’s all the way across the country. Though I thought long and hard about asking you to join me, instead i’ve made the selfish choice of letting you go. You have been trying to distance your self from this lifestyle and unfortunately I am in no position to do the same. No matter how much I want to. You are the most incredible person I have ever met. I hope our paths cross again. Just under different circumstances. I will never forget the girl I fell in love with in 7 days.

Goodbye for now,

Dean Winchester

And just like that he was out of your life forever. You could feel your heart break a little bit more overtime you read over the letter. You longed for him again, yet over time, that longing turned to resentment.

How dare he just leave you like that? Tell you he loves you and then you never hear from him again?

You were convinced that if you ever saw him again, you would punch him right in the face for all of the pain he had caused you.

Yet, 6 years later, that wasn’t quite what happened. 

You’ve had boyfriends since then. Although they seemed more like substitutes as those green eyes were always in the back of your head.

You felt stupid for still thinking about him. You only knew him for a week. But however much you date and meet new people, you are never satisfied knowing what real connection feels like now. Constantly searching for a spark that you know could only be ignited by a single person.

Yet here you were, on a winters night, walking through a snow pact parking lot on your way to another blind date at some smokey downtown bar. 

You finally reach the door and take a deep breath before entering. You glide through the tables by the bar. Your friend told you to search for a brunette over 6ft with a full beard named Alex.

You see a man of that description sitting at a two person table with a bottle of wine. You approach the table and ask “Alex?”

He looks up at you, “(y/n)? oh my goodness you are even more beautiful then I could've ever imagined.” He says with a pearly white grin.

You smile and sit in your seat, taking off your jacket. 

The date was going okay. It was nothing special and you were almost positive that there wasn’t going to be a second date. Alex was talking about his family when all of a sudden he interrupts himself, saying “Oh my god, look at that loner over there, I bet he spends every night here, drinking his life away.”

Your brows furrow at the rude comment, yet you are still inclined to turn and look at the subject.

Spinning in your chair, you turn to see someone you’d never thought you’d see again. Quickly snapping back around, your cheeks go pail and you start to feel very dizzy. 

Alex notices your instant mood change and starts to question it. You can barely hear what he’s saying as you feel your hands start to shake. It was only when Alex reached over to you that you were snapped out of your trance.

“(y/n)? What’s wrong?” He asked.

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DEANS POV

After just finishing a long hunt, Dean decided to go get a drink at the closest bar he could find. After sitting for about 15 minutes, downing his drinks, he decided to look around the room, in search of someone to talk to, or just to simply observe.

He saw a bachelorette party, which he decided to stay far away from. Some friends at a bar and some people on a date at a table near the bar. He could only see the guy’s face, as the girl’s back was towards him.

He continued looking around the room as his sipped his drink, thinking over the days hunt. 

However his thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone yell “(y/n)? What’s wrong?”.

His mind immediately went back to the beautiful girl he once knew. Yet he shook it off, not wanting to give himself any false hope. However, he tuned more into their conversation out of pure curiosity.

It was when he heard a soft voice  stumble out “I’m sorry...it’s nothing. Really.” That his heart started to race. He knew that voice. It can’t be true.

His legs start to move on their own as he finds himself at the couples table, staring at those eyes he fell in love with over 6 years ago. 

“(y/n)?” He softly asks, voice breaking.

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NORMAL POV

Just as you were finally starting to get your thoughts back together, a pair of green eyes approached, staring right back into yours. Your heart dropped. 

“(y/n)?” He softly asks. 

Voice quivering you share a soft, hurt smile. “Hi Dean.”

You both stay there frozen for a little while, just taking in each other’s presence. It was then that Alex cleared his throat and caught Dean’s attention. “Hey man, i’m Alex.” He offers a hand, which Dean hastily accepts before focusing right back on you.

Out of impulse, you suddenly stand up and put on your coat. “Okay Alex, this was fun but I should probably be going now.” You say to your dumbfounded date.

You turn to Dean. “It was nice seeing you again.” Before turning to leave the building.

As you leave you hear rushed footsteps behind you. “Wait! (y/n) please wait.” It was Dean.

Both of you were in the freezing cold. It was lightly snowing but you could still feel the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“What Dean? What do you want?” You snap, the fire in the chest is the only thing keeping you warm.

Dean stops “(y/n) I am so sorry for what I did to you all those years ago. But I need you to know, I never stopped thinking about you. I think about you everyday. You are the greatest person I have ever known and I am so sorry I threw what we had away.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you could hardly think straight and the snowflakes falling were distorting your vision even more. Finally, you said “You have cause me so much pain. I hate you so much, Dean Winchester, but more than my hate for you, I hate that i’ve never stopped thinking about you either. You broke me. Over one fucking week you managed to break me. How vulnerable does that make me?” You say with a bitter chuckle.

Dean steps closer to you, taking your shaking hand into his. “I never stopped loving you (y/n).”

“You can’t just say that to me and think all is forgiven. It has been 6 goddamned years and you think you can just show up and tell me you love me and i’ll fall right back into your arms?” You say, not exactly believing every word you say.

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.” Dean lowers his head and shoves his hands in his pockets, turning away. 

“Wait!” You exclaim, realizing that this may be your only ever opportunity to feel that true happiness again. “Come here” You open your arms as an invitation for a hug.

 With a smile he runs over to you, lifting you up while he wrapped his arms around your frame.

With that hug you were instantly transported to that week 6 years ago, that magical week that has left you with nothing but longing and despair. You melt into his arms as the tears flow even more.

“I love you Dean.” You whisper.

He responds with that kiss. You completely forget that its the middle of winter as you could've stood there forever. 

After breaking apart, the two of you lock fingers and start to head back in towards the bar for warmth. You can barely believe that this is even happening right now. Before you go in you pause. “Wait, Alex is still in there.”

Dean smiles. “Lets go for a drive then.”

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hellooo this was so much fun to write. please let me know what you guys think xxx

title: “seeking solace” (Daryl Dixon imagine)

characters: reader x daryl dixon, rick grimes

word count: 1.1k

warnings: sad stuff, swearing, death, fluff, i’m low-key just writing this bc i’m hella sad and need summat like this lol

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You still lie awake upon your make-shift bed. Your eyes ached. Your throat raw. It still does’t feel real enough for you to just get up and move on. You just lie there with an empty head and a worn out spirit.

“I’m so tired. So fucking tired of all of this.” you thought.

You felt so alone. In your room, all by yourself. No one had dared to bother you, not after what happened. 

It had all felt like it happened in slow motion though so quick. It seems cliche but it’s true. One second everything was fine. Everyone was fine. Some were even laughing. Finding something to laugh about in this day and age was something you treasure. The next second, however, bullets were piercing through your sister, brother, neighbor and almost everyone else in your group who went out on the goddamn run.

Out of 17, 3 people came back. Out of the 3 who came back, 1 made it through the night.

You were only grazed on your left side. Internally though, you could be declared dead in the morning. It felt like all you had left was your best friend, Daryl.

He was on a different run that day and he still hasn’t returned. He doesn’t know what happened. He’s the only person that you really feel like you need to see right now.

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Daryl’s POV

The sun was beating down on my back as I drove my motorcycle down the side-street which lead to Alexandria. I approached the opening gates slowly and sighed once I finally parked up.

After dropping off the supplies, I start to head towards (y/n)’s place when Rick steps in my way.

I give a small smile “Hey Rick, how are ya’?” I ask, confused as to why he's blocking my path.

I look into his downcast eyes. Somethings wrong.”Daryl listen, something happened while you were away. It’s about (y/n)...” He trails off.

My whole body immediately tenses up as my mind races with the worst. 

“W-well? Go on would ya’?” I ask, my voice coming out shakier than intended.

Rick sighs. “While she was out on a run, her group was attacked.” 

My breath hitches in my throat as Rick proceeds. “We lost 16 of ours... (y/n) was the only one who made it out.”

I slowly start to feel myself breathe again. “Who did we lose?”

“(y/n) lost everyone. Her sister, brother, everyone close. We also lost...” Rick continues to list off fallen members of out community. My heart aches with each named mentioned yet (y/n) lingers in my mind. 

I’ve got to go see her.

Once I was finished with Rick he gave me a pat on the shoulder as I started to make my way to (y/n).

I make to her room. I knock on the door three times, but after hearing no response I start to creak the door open.

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Regular POV again

You lay stiff under your blankets. You heard the knocks, but you figured if you didn’t say anything then they would just leave, but to your surprise, the door handle starts to turn and the door inches open.

You turn your heavy head to your left to see who the perp was. A wave of relief went through your body as your dry eyes met your best friends icy ones.

“Oh (y/n)” Daryl said, falling to his knees at your bedside, extending his hand for you to hold.

“(y/n) I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. If i’d known i’dev-”

“You’re here now.” You cut him off. Your voice was hoarse from lack of use and amount of tears.

His heart broke hearing you speak. You didn’t deserve this. No one does. 

You let go of his hand to pat the bedding next to you, as if to ask him to join you in your misery. 

Daryl is quick to respond as he kicks off his boots and slides under the blanket with you. His arms are quick to wrap around you.

Now when any old person meets the infamous archer, the adjectives: soft, caring, gentle, don’t normally come to mind. But somehow when the two of you found each other in this fucked up day and age, something inside of him switched. 

The two of you instantly connected. You would share your sorrows, enjoy laughs together and somewhere along the road, you both found yourself falling for each other. Not that you’d ever admit that to each other.

You immediately settled into his arms as your bottom lip quivered. You had missed him while he was gone. You miss everyone. You’d been going through this all alone, and now that he was here, your best friend, the love of your life, you could feel your tense body finally start to ease up.

You could breathe again.

You drape your free arm around Daryl and look up into his gentle eyes as his fingers gently traced circles along your back and shoulders and find their way to start playing with your hair. 

“You’re all i’ve got, Dixon.” You manage to say.

Daryls grip on your tightens. Your head now resting on his chest. “I love you, (y/l/n).”

Your heart falls to the bottom of your stomach. 

A tear slides down your face and onto his chest. “I love you too.” You practically whisper.

The two of you, intertwined lay there for quite a while. Soon enough, you could start to see the sunsetting through the window.

The lowering sun created a golden glow in the room. Everything seemed to glitter. A warm feeling was starting to return in your heart, one you hadn’t felt in days.

 And it seems Daryl felt the same as he squeezed your hand before whispering into your hair. “Everything’s gonna be okay (y/n)...we’re gonna get through this, you and I. I’ll be with you as long as you’ll have me.”

And in that moment, in the golden glow, in the arms of the love of your life, it really started to feel like that could actually be possibility. 

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(a/n) wow i’m damaged haha. please let me know if you liked it! feedback is appreciated xxx

title: “lying low” (Draco Malfoy imagine)

characters: reader x draco malfoy, sister!reader x harry potter, hermione granger, ron weasley

word count: 2.4K

warnings: secrecy, slightly ooc, conflict, mild swearing, harry being a  d i c k.

title: “new friends?” (Peter Parker imagine)

characters: reader x peter parker, father!tony stark, 

word count:1.7K

warnings: slightly OOC (i’m sorryyyy), mild swearing, fluff :)

title:”nights like this” (Logan Howlett-Wolverine imagine)

characters: reader x logan howlett, charles xavier(mentioned)

word count:1.1k

requested: a wolverine imagine was requested by the lovely @hczardousparadox

warnings:nightmares, sadness (brief i swear this is a happy one!),fluff!!!

title: “what about me?” (Dean Winchester imagine)

characters: reader x dean winchester, sam winchester, castiel, john winchester (mentioned), charlie bradbury (mentioned)

word count: 2.1K

warnings: a ton of angst, jealousy, swearing, insecurities and all around sadness 

a/n: this may or may not be based on my life right now lmaoo i’m salty.

You’ve know Dean for as long as you could remember. Your father was hunting buddies with John and so since you were roughly the same age as the boys, you were constantly around them. Over the years you always found yourself closer to Dean then you were to Sam. You had nothing against Sam, but you and Dean just clicked. Even now, you’re all adults and living together, you find yourself always with Dean. 

It is different now though. It’s a different kind of feeling when Dean walks in the room. Your heart fills with warmth and your stomach with butterflies. Tension in the air builds so thick it makes it hard to breathe. You know you aren’t the only one who feels it. Even Sam and Cas notice it. Hell, when Charlie came over she was convinced the two of you were dating.

And that brings us to tonight. Team Free Will were all lined up at the bar downing shots like there was no tomorrow. You all sat from left to right, Sam, Cas, Dean, and then you. You were engrossed in your conversation with Dean about you’re previous hunt when you look past him to see a very bored looking Castiel. Before you could comment on it, he rose from his seat and bid his goodbyes for the evening, leaving an empty space in-between him and Sam.

A little while later, a woman glides over to the empty bar stool and places her manicured hand on Dean’s broad shoulder. “Hey, I haven’t seen you here before…and i’m pretty sure I’d remember you.” She says with a sly smile. 

Sam stifles a laugh as do you, thinking there is no way Dean would ever take the bait. He turns away from you and focuses on the young woman, who is now sitting in Cas’ unoccupied bar stool. Your small smirk drops as he says “Well…this must be my first time here because i’m pretty sure i’d remember you too.” with a signature wink.

It feels like someone is pouring hot coffee into your veins. Your can hear your pounding heart ringing through your ears. You look to Sam for stability, but your raging eyes are met with his concerned ones. 

He stands up and makes his way past Dean and his new friend and pulls on your shoulder. “Come on (y/n)… lets just go.” He says, obviously trying to shield you. Sam was aware of your and Dean’s situation and was completely in shock with his brothers actions right now. 

You slam down the drink in front of you and hop off your chair, heading straight for the door under Sam’s protective arm. You were so concentrated on holding back your tears that you didn’t even notice Dean’s eyes on you.

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Back at the bunker you lay wide awake in your bed. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow. He was just a little drunk…thats all. You told your self over and over, hoping that soon you'd believe it. 

It’s been over two hours since you left the bar and still no sign of Dean. Suddenly, you hear the front door open and an echo of the most obnoxious laughter you have ever heard. Standing up from your bed, you make your way over to your bedroom door and crack it open to peer through. 

You see Dean, who is obviously drunk swaying down the hallway hand in hand with that same chick from the bar, heading straight towards his bedroom. You close the door and slide down to the ground, finally succumbing to the tears. 

He isn’t yours. He never has been. It’s not like he’s cheating on your because there is nothing between you two. But what about me? What about all the shit between us? Did it all mean nothing?

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*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* 

“(y/n)? Are you awake?”

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“(y/n)?” *KNOCK*

“I swear if you don’t answer I’m coming in.” You are suddenly tossed awake as the door swings open. You must have fallen asleep against the door last night.

“Why are you on the floor?”. The oh so familiar gravely voice asks. 

“Oh! I was just um…looking for my…EARRING! Yeah, um, i dropped it on the ground so I was looking for it and that’s why I was…on the ground.” You finish your ramblings on an uncertain note before looking up into Dean’s confused eyes.

“Okaaay. Well I just wanted to let you know that Sammy brought us bagels for breakfast so come and get them!” He says with a dashing smile.

How is he being so normal?

“What do you mean?” He asks you.

Your eyes go wide as you realized you said that out loud. “Oh! Um..nothing, sorry.” You stumble. You feel your face getting more and more hot by the second.

“No, no, it’s not nothing. You look like you’ve been crying…what’s going on? You know you can tell me.” Dean asks.

You roll your eyes. “It’s seriously nothing. Just drop it. Lets go grab bagels.” You try to walk past him but he blocks your way.

“Move Dean.” You sigh, getting more upset by the second.

He shakes his head. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong.Was it something Sam did? Or Cas? I can talk to them for you if you need. I mean-”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT DON’T YOU GET IT?!” You cut him off. He looks almost as surprised as you do that you just said that.

“Excuse me?” He asks, trying to comprehend what he’s hearing. 

You take a deep breath and then ask “Am I crazy, Dean? I mean honestly, have I just imagined everything between us for the past couple years? Was it all a figment of my imagination?”

Dean looks down at his shoes. “This is about Maddie, isn’t it?”.

So that’s her name. “It really hurt me, Dean. It really hurt.”

His green eyes meet yours. “(y/n) i…i don’t know what to say…” It feels like Lucifer himself reached into your chest and pulled out your bleeding heart.

“I had no idea you felt this way. GOD. This whole time?” He pulls this hair.

You shake your head. “Whatever, just forget it.”

You push past Dean and head straight for the kitchen. You hear Dean calling after you but you pretend you can’t hear him as those familiar tears fall once more. 

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DEAN’S POV  (THE PREVIOUS NIGHT)

I was talking to (y/n) at the bar, but I was having a hard time concentrating as she twirled her (y/h/c) hair mindlessly through her fingers. A small smile was sitting on her face, matching her shining eyes. She’s the most beautiful lady on the planet. 

My thoughts were interupted by Castiel getting up and calling it a night. He usually get bored when he comes to bars with us. I went back to my conversation with (y/n) when I spotted a woman walking over to me. I rolled my eyes to myself before turning around to face her.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before…and i’m pretty sure I’d remember you.” The young woman says. A bad attempt at flirting, really.

“Well…this must be my first time here because i’m pretty sure i’d remember you too.” I respond with a smirk. I look to Sam and wink, to let him know i’m just messing around with her. However, when I look to Sam I see his eyes are fixed on (y/n). I feel a pang of jealousy course through my veins. 

I’ve always been insecure about Sam and (y/n)’s relationship. I’m scared that she would rather be with the tall, handsome and incredibly smart brother, rather than me. Suddenly, Sam walks around me to (y/n) and the both of them abruptly leave together. 

I watch as they exit through the front door in disbelief. She must have made a decision.

I look over to the woman (whose name I later learn is Maddie), and order another round of drinks. I’m getting shit-faced tonight.

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Multiple drinks later, Maddie and I somehow end up in the bunker. I’m so hammered I don’t even know what’s left or right. The only thing I know for certain is that Maddie has the most obnoxious laugh I have ever heard. 

I try to head towards my room when I notice she’s following me in. I lay on my bed and kick off my shoes. Maddie is so drunk that the second she sits next to me, she passes out. Shoes, makeup, and jewelry still on.

I do’t even care at this point. I just roll over and go to sleep too.

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I wake up the next morning alone. I quickly sit up and place my palm to my throbbing head. Suddenly everything from last night starts to come back. 

Oh my god. Maddie was here.

I quickly pull off my blanket and sigh in relief when I see my pants still on. Oh thank god, nothing happened.

I stumble my way to the kitchen to see a very much awake Sam holding a bag.

“Dude I got bagels…woah, you look like shit!” Sam laughs.

I wince and the “loud noise”. “Thanks man.” I shake my head.

“Can you go tell (y/n) I got bagels for us. She’s normally up by now.”

I nod and walk down the hall to (y/n)’s door. 

I knock three times before asking.”(y/n)? are you awake?”. I don’t get a response. Huh, that’s kinda weird.

I knock a couple times again before asking “(y/n)?”. Nothing.

Okay, now i’m getting worried.

I knock once more before saying “I swear if you don’t answer I’m coming in.”. More silence.

That’s it.

I open the door to hear a thud. I see (y/n) on the floor right in front of me. “Why are you on the floor?” I ask her.

She looks up at me and I see her eyes are swollen and red. She’s been crying.

“Oh! I was just um…looking for my…EARRING! Yeah, um, i dropped it on the ground so I was looking for it and that’s why I was…on the ground.” She responds. She’s so cute when she rambles, but I’m not buying this earring story.

“Okaaay. Well I just wanted to let you know that Sammy brought us bagels for breakfast so come and get them!” I smile at her. Hoping the news will cheer her up a bit.

“How is he being so normal?” She asks. She does know i’m right here right?

“What do you mean?” I ask her, genuinely confused and concerned.

You see her face change as she looks almost surprise about what she just said. “Oh! Um..nothing, sorry.” She says. But its doesn’t seem like nothing.

I don’t want to pry or anything but I want to make sure she’s okay. I care about her so much. 

“No, no, it’s not nothing. You look like you’ve been crying…what’s going on? You know you can tell me.” I tell her. Hoping she’ll confide in me.

I see her roll her eyes. “It’s seriously nothing. Just drop it. Lets go grab bagels.”. She tries to walk past me but I stand in front of her.

“Move Dean.” She says.

I shake my head ‘No’. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong.Was it something Sam did? Or Cas? I can talk to them for you if you need. I mean-”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT DON’T YOU GET IT?!” she cuts me off. I feel my heart sinking further down.

“Excuse me?” I ask, trying not to let my voice break in front of her.

She takes a deep breath before saying “Am I crazy, Dean? I mean honestly, have I just imagined everything between us for the past couple years? Was it all a figment of my imagination?”

Oh my god someone pinch me. Does she like me? This can’t be fucking real oh my god. I look down, realization is finally hitting me. “This is about Maddie, isn’t it?”.

“It really hurt me, Dean. It really hurt.” I hear the genuine heartbreak in her voice. It stings 1000 times more knowing that I was at fault for this amazing, beautiful girl’s pain.

I look right into her glossy eyes. “(y/n) i…i don’t know what to say…” I’m honestly speechless. There is so much to process.

“I had no idea you felt this way. GOD. This whole time?” I grab at my hair. I almost start to smile and tell her I feel the same before she says.

“Whatever, just forget it.” and pushes past me and goes straight towards where Sam is standing.

I shake my head before realizing the impression she must be under. “WAIT! NO!”

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)!”

Oh shit. What have I done.

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