Walking Me Home (Dean x Reader)

CHAPTER 12

Hours passed. 

You wouldn't believe how many times Dean tried to go in to see you after the window curtain was closed. The last thing he saw was a bunch of doctors trying to bring you back to life but you weren't responding. How many times the nurses, even Sam told him to have patience or faith for that matter. He wasn't having it any other way, he needed to see you. He needed to know you were going to be okay. He needed to hold you for as long as you would let him.



Sam told him to sit down, to take a break but all he could do was rest his back on that freezing wall in front of the window and just wait. He had lost track of time, he could not recall how long it had been since they found you almost drowning in your own blood. His mind somehow wanted to fill his thoughts with happy memories; better times. 
The glow you had the morning after the first time he had made you his, the way his plaid shirts fell gracefully over your body, how your smile was the first and last thing on his mind. He wanted, hell, he needed to erase from his mind the way your face looked when they found you, when he hold you in his arms and you were colder than ever before. The chill running up his spine when he realized death was just around the corner for you. It needed to go away.



The door finally opened. Sam broke away from the wall while Dean stood a little behind, paying close attention to what he was about to say. Even bracing himself to take the hit.


- "(Y/N) right?" he read your chart. "She overdosed but she's stable now, she's asleep and we don't expect her to wake up for a while. She seems to be doing alright but let's just take one day at a time".

- "Can we..." Dean's voice faltered, swallowing down the lump that had formed in the back of his throat, he quickly finished, "can we see her?".


- "Go ahead" the doctor replied letting him in. He rushed into the room while Sam stayed talking to the doctor a little more.

 Your rosie cheeks were an immediate assurance that you weren't dead, he let out a big breath. He pulled a chair up to your bedside and sat, staring intently at you and interlocking his fingers with yours.


Sam was about to enter when he heard his brother speak to you, words that made his stomach twist in a complicated knot.



- "Please wake up, (Y/N). Please wake up" the brokenness in his voice was enough to keep Sam out of the room for a while. He went to fuled his brother with food and coffee, it was going to be a long night.


He never let go of your hand, not even once. Nurses came and went to check on you, they'd smile at him with such pity Dean himself could recognise the looks.


The emotional exhaustion wore him out, he ended up leaning on your bed, using his free arm as a pillow, your hand still interlocked with his. Sam was just behind him, resting his eyes too since this hadn't been easy for him either.

You opened your eyes, the light coming from the hall hurt your eyes but the comforting sensation of having someone on your hand was enough to blink the pain away. You grabbed his hand tightly to wake him up and boy, the look on his face said it all. He smiled big.


- "Hey" his voice was low, the stare in his eyes told you already in a matter of seconds that he had been crying. Your heart broke a little for making him go through something like that.


- "Hey" you said quietly, not wanting to wake Sam up. 


- "How are you feeling?".


- "I'm okay now" you smiled at him making him smile now. "I'm sorry I made you worry" you said now beginning to notice just how tired Dean looked.


- "Nah, it wasn't that bad" he answered trying to hide the fact that not even the ton of monsters he had once hunted scared him more than the idea of you dying. You gave him the most potent look of disbelief you could, even in your condition, and he cracked. "The doctor says we should take it a day at a time" he lowered his glare. 

Time. The only thing in the world he was lacking right now.


- "Dean..." you sat straight in the bed, he helped you recompose. "You're not dying".


- "Stop. Just stop. Let's not think about that right now. I don't care how long it takes you to get better just... get better". Your eyes softened at his exclamation, and you paused. 


- "Dean, you're NOT dying. Well at least not now, I'm counting on growing old with you so you leaving right now would pretty much screw up the whole plan" you chuckled. His eyes stucked in you and then, he realized what you meant. "I'll tell you all about it but seriously, you're not dying" you smiled again. His wide gaze made you chuckle. "And Sam isn't dying either" you added trying to reassured him.



Sam finally showed up and  he smiled, exuberantly, on noticing that you were awake. 



- "Guess what, Sammy?" Dean said with water in his eyes. "I'm not dying". Sam's eyes were the size of the moon, he immediatly ran to you and wrapped you in his arms. Not caring about the tubes or the meds, not caring about anything. He just needed to thank you for saving his brother again.
The boys started bugging you to tell them so that's what you did and they couldn't believe what you did. Dean got mad at you around 8 or 9 times during the story but you didn't care. There was absolutely nothing he could possibly say about it that would make you regret your decisions.



Two days later and you were free to leave. 

The doctor gave you a few indications and begged for you to take it easy so the boys decided it was best to take a break from the hunting, giving them time to research about Death's requests.

Dean leaned his back over the Impala and you did the same as him as Sam was buying some of your meds and snacks for the trip back to Bobby's.


- "Are you happy?" you broke ice, the sunset warmly hitting in both of your faces, his eyes were lit.


- "I am" he reassured you, kissing your hand.


- "Good" you smile, you struggled to find the words that could describe best what you were feeling right now. You cleared your throat. "I can't think of a single person who deserves to be happy more than you do" tears invade your eyes, he wiped them away gently. "I know we kept joking about how I saved you twice but truth is, you saved me Dean. I was a walking mess before I met you and..." you took a deep breath trying to not let the tears overwhelm you "...people often say that you're not supposed to look to other people to save you but whenever I'm around you the world becomes simpler, nicer, just because you're in it. I know I'm meant to save myself but the fact is, with you I don't have to".


He wrapped you in his arms tightly, resting his face on yours and giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead.


- "You're my light, (Y/N). You're home. I want to be wherever you are, whenever. Always. I'll never give up on us, on you. I swear, (Y/N)". 
He cupped your cheek and kissed you, deeply and lovingly, letting you know how much he meant the words that were coming from his mouth. 



- "Get a room" Sam yelled as he approached the car and without even taking his lips off you, he tossed his brother the keys. 


- "You are driving" he broke away, wrapping your arms around you as you hugged him nuzzling his neck. You immediatly lifted your head sharing a confused look with the youngest Winchester.


- "Are you feeling okay?" you asked your boyfriend who couldn't keep his hands off you. "Because we are near a hospital now and we can get..." he interrupted your teasing.


- "I want you in my arms for the next 50 years and probably even then I'll want more so yeah, I'll be sitting on the backseat".


- "Guess I could use someone to hold me for a little while".