Please Don't Leave Me (Winchesters X Reader)

chapter 35: hunter's vacation

"We're visiting her?"

Dean's voice questioned as I sat next to him.

Sam was explaining that we were going to visit Hazel, and that for some reason confused Dean.

"Yes. We are visiting her. I don't see why you'd be confused Dean. Haven't you long distance dated before?"

Sam questioned, raising a brow.

Dean still had his eyebrows raised, and just looking at Sam as if he just grew a horn.

"No Sam. Before (Y/N) I barely even dated. Hell, I've only ever dated 2 people. (Y/N), and Lisa."

"Lisa?" I questioned.

He glanced at me, "We'll talk later."

I nodded understanding, and putting a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently.

I don't know why. I guess I just felt like it.

"Okay, anyways. So, are you guys okay with us going there?"

Sam shifted in his seat, before glancing between me and Dean.

"We? Aren't you gonna want some alone time with her?"

Dean asked, sitting back.

I continued my subtle, however visibly affective shoulder rubs.

"Yeah. And me and her will get alone time... I just thought maybe you guys might wanna come along. It's like a vacation from hunting. It's in florida... a little hotel. She wanted to meet there."

My eyes widened.

Florida?

Oh yeah. We were totally going.

"Sam...we don't get a vacation. We're hunters. Who would watch bacon-"

Dean started, but I cut him off.

"I'm okay with it."

A smile spread across my face as Sam smirked.

He knew now Dean had no choice.

He was going.

"Why are you okay with this?"

Dean questioned, tuning to face me.

"I wanna go to the beach, Dean. It's been forever...please."

I whined, squeezing his shoulder just enough to hurt.

I was making him go.

I was not missing out on a beach trip.

He groaned inwardly, "Ow, ouch! Geeze... okay. We'll go."

He rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. "Yay!"

I squealed, kissing his cheek and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"When are we leaving?" Dean asked, putting an arm around me.

"I mean... she said we should leave as soon as possible. Hazel's already there, just finished a case."

Both me and Dean pouted.

"How come she gets all the good cases..."

I questioned, brushing my lips against his shoulder.

"I don't know...but who's gonna watch Bacon while we're on our trip?"

He questioned, making me sigh.

I heard a bark from behind us, and the pitter patter of feet. "Sorry bud... I almost forgot."

I watched as Bacon came up in front of me, huffing and resting his head on my lap. I grinned, scratching behind his ears and petting his head.

"Is anyone able to get in contact with Mary? I mean... she'd love bacon. Right?" I raised a brow, and Sam pulled his phone out.

"I don't see a problem with it."

Sam replied, putting the phone up to his ear.

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"It smells like fish."

Dean complained as we drove with the windows down through the roads.

I could see palm trees, so I knew we were already here.

"It's supposed to. We're at the beach!"

I exclaimed from the backseat. My head was out the window, and I was on my knees.

Luckily there wasn't much traffic on the small streets, so we probably wouldn't crash.

"Turn here."

I heard Sam tell Dean, looking excited.

"Sam, I'm pretty sure I can follow a GPS on my own." Dean smirked, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Just, shut up and drive." Sam continued, looking out the window like an excited puppy.

Sam's POV:

I missed Hazel. I hadn't seen her in like, a year. So, this was exciting. We talked on the phone all the time, and facetimed every night we had a chance to, but for some reason seeing her in person made me giddy.

"We're here..." I heard Dean call out.

I looked at the expensive looking hotel that stood before us, but before I could even say or register anything else, my eyes locked on the beautiful woman standing at the entrance area.

As soon as Dean parked, I jumped out before the car even came to a full stop. I jogged toward Hazel, wrapping my arms around her and crashing our lips together.

My tongue slipped into her mouth, and she sighed in contentment as we made out slowly.

She put her hand on my cheek, caressing it.

I felt her fingers gently rub my cheek and I let out a grunt. She was making me feel things... and for once I felt needy for this woman.

She pulled back slowly, "Missed you." She smiled preciously.

I pecked at her lips multiple times, not getting enough.

"I missed... you too..." I whispered between pecks.

She giggled, moving her hand to slip into my hair. She grabbed a fistful, and I let out a small noise of surprise. "We're gonna have fun later." She smirked and winked, and I tried hard to suppress a groan.

Dean and (Y/N) walked over and she released them, returning to her innocent demeanor she kept around everyone but me.

"Dean, (Y/N). I missed you guys!" she called out, walking over.

She hugged (Y/N) and gave Dean a simple handshake.

"Last time I saw you, you were concussed! Nice to see you not Dead, Dean." She grinned at him, and her statement made me chuckle.

Hazel and (Y/N) got to talking and giggling together, walking into the hotel while Dean lingered behind.

"Lucky man..." Dean whispered to me.

"She's got a firm grip."

Dean winked and laughed, making me roll my eyes.

"Dude, you're gross."

Despite how weird he was being, I couldn't help but crack a smile too.

"C'mon man, you can't tell me you haven't fantasized about anything with Hazel?" he smirked raising a brow.

"Okay fine... but still. Save the dirty talk for (Y/N)." I walked past the front desk.

"Aren't we getting a room?" Dean called out, standing beside the desk.

"No. It's fine. I already got you and (Y/N) a room. Plus, me and Sam are sharing a room right down the hall."

She winked and giggled at me, making my heart thump loudly in my chest. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, and I had to resist taking her right there in that damn lobby.

"You comin Sammy?"

Dean called out, walking after the girls in the elevator. I nodded, quickly following.

"He will be tonight." I heard Hazel whisper, and her and (Y/N) burst into giggles.

"You guys are so weird." Dean muttered and I chuckled.

He was such a hypocrite.