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‘I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you've never been in love’. Karen Singer had said the words with such confidence, a confidence that had made Dean’s heart ache. He knew he had a reputation as a ladies man, a flirt, the type to have a one night stand then run for the hills. In his life he could recount only three meaningful relationships he had had. Now Sammy, he was the polar opposite. Sam wasn’t into one night stands. Sure he’d made the odd mistake here and there, he still had needs, but when Sam committed he committed fully. He had given everything his heart had to offer to Jess. He had been faithful. He had been loyal. He had been everything a boyfriend should have been. He had been everything Dean couldn’t be to a woman.
He had let Sam do a personality test on him once. He had been drunk, that was his story and he was sticking to it. He’d lost count of how many stupid and frankly far-too-personal questions he had answered before his younger brother had worked out his score and deduced him as an ESTP personality type. He still didn’t know what that actually meant, or what it stood for. He had smirked and patted himself on the back as Sam had told him he was charismatic and lively. That he clearly knew how to work a room and was always open to new adventures, especially when they pushed him out of his comfort zone. He was rational and resourceful with the unique ability to solve practical problems. His ego had been boosted further with the revelation that he was ambitious with a clear determination to succeed. He Lived in the moment and was highly observant of his surroundings, picking up on details that few others would have noticed and managing to stay calm in stressful situations. He loved a challenge and valued his freedom, shying away from situations where he felt tied down. Dean hated to admit how accurate the test actually was. Then things had got too personal. Despite the alcohol coursing through him the words had stung a little and he had to work extra hard to hide how he really felt. He loved a challenge and valued his freedom, shying away from situations where he felt tied down. Sam had deduced that maybe that was why Dean never had long-lasting relationships, why he never called her back after they left Idaho. Dean had managed to make a quip about him being a ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ type of guy before heading off to bed where he dreamt about a pretty brunette called Marielle.
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“How long do you think he’ll be gone this time?” Sam quirked an eyebrow as he looked up at his older brother. John had left on another hunt just two days after they had moved into their latest rented cabin and whilst he was used to it Sam couldn’t help but wonder if there would ever be a time they settled for longer than a month. He was sick of being the new kid, the freak, the school bully’s latest victim. He loved Dean, he’d be absolutely lost without him, but it shouldn’t be his brother’s job to raise him.
Dean glanced down at him and shrugged. “Don’t know Sammy.” Dean was doing his best, he always had where Sam was concerned, but he knew his younger brother wished their dad wasn’t quite so absent. John was doing what he thought was best for them, he was avenging their mother’s death in the only way he knew how, but the truth was they still needed him.
As they approached the steps to the one-story, two bedroom house they were renting Sam sighed. He wanted to argue that it wasn’t fair, that their dad should make more time for them, but what was the point? It never changed anything. Until John caught and killed whatever had killed their mom he wasn’t going to settle, he wasn’t going to do all the things traditional dads did.
“Hey, you guys just move in?” Both boys looked up, their attention shifting to girl sweeping the small deck of the house next door. She wasn’t especially tall, Sam would have guessed around five foot five at best, but she had a pretty smile. Her messy brown and copper curls were tied back in a high ponytail and a pair of sunglasses were perched on her nose. Dean couldn’t help but stare a little too long at her legs, he was only human, which were clad in a pair of well-fitted denim jeans. If she noticed she didn’t acknowledge him checking her out, instead she added, “I’m Marielle.”
Sam’s enthusiasm at being acknowledged by a neighbour, something which never happened to them, had him heading over to the steps of her house as he introduced himself. “I’m Sam, this is my brother, Dean.”
“Nice to meet you Sam, Dean.” Resting the sweeping brush against the railing she headed over to the steps leant against the handrail. “You guys on your own?” The taller brother didn’t look much older than she was, maybe a year or two, but he couldn’t be older than eighteen so she assumed they must be living with their parents, or at least one of them.
“Our dad’s away.” Sam tried to shrug it off as nothing. To him it was perfectly normal anyway.
It was Dean who worried how that would be perceived and quickly added, “On business. He’ll be back soon.” The girl slowly nodded and he tried to change the subject by throwing her own question back at her. “How about you? You live here alone?” If he was asked to guess her age he would have said sixteen, maybe seventeen at a push, so he guessed the answer would be a ‘no’.”
“No, I live with my dad but uh, he works away quite a bit too.” Her smile slipped and she was glad for the sunglasses covering her eyes. She was a pretty terrible liar, her eyes always gave her away.
There was something about the way she had answered, the sad tinge that pulled her lips into a much smaller, almost forced, smile, that had Dean wondering for a split second if she was like them. What would be the chances? Did other people’s parents hunt monsters too? Shaking the thought from his head he looked back at his own house and told Sam, “We’d better get inside, you need to do your homework.”
“But De…”
“Don’t argue with me. Do your homework and I’ll let you pick the movie tonight.” Nudging Sam with his arm, he looked back towards Marielle and flashed her a quick smile. “Well, nice meeting you. See you around.”
“Yeah, nice meeting you too.” As she watched them head back to their own house she couldn’t help but wonder if they too were hiding secrets. What if their dad chased after things in the dark? Surely not. Did other people’s parents hunt like her dad? Or did their dad really just leave his teenagers home alone while he was on business trips? Before she could stop herself she found herself calling out, “Hey Dean?”
He turned back to face her with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah?”
She needed to know. There was one easy way to find out. “If you need any salt, I have lots.”
His eyes widened. She was one of them. She too was a kid whose dad left her to fend for herself while he went after the things that went bump in the night. The only thing he could think of in response was a knowing smile and a, “Ditto.”
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“But De, I’ll be the only one not taking something.” Sam’s voice was way too whiny for a thirteen year old, in fact it was starting to piss Dean off. “The other kids treat me different as it is, it’ll be even worse if I don’t take something.” Being the odd one out, never fitting in, was really starting to take its toll on the younger Winchester. He wasn’t like Dean, he wasn’t the popular kid with people falling over themselves to befriend him. For the first time in a long time they had stayed in the same place for longer than a month and Sam really wanted to blend in, even if it was just for a little while. “So will you make something for me?”
The puppy-dog eyes staring at him tore his heart in two. He knew it was hard on Sam, moving from place to place all the time, never really making friends, and if he did manage to having to leave them behind. Sammy deserved so much better but there was nothing Dean could do to change the shitty hand they had been dealt. Even if he wanted to help, and damn did he, he couldn’t bake to save his life. What kind of school held a bake sale so last minute anyway? “Sammy, you know I can’t bake. I can barely cook.” He had mastered mac and cheese but that was only because they practically lived off the stuff. The sigh escaped before he could stop it and he looked away to avoid the disappointment in his brother’s eyes. Realistically they didn’t have the money to go buying ingredients, especially considering Dean would inevitably mess up whatever they tried to make anyway. It would be an expensive mistake, a mistake John would certainly be less than thrilled about.
“Hey, what you guys up to?” Joining them on the porch steps Marielle leant back on her elbows and stared at Dean with raised eyebrows. She had quickly befriended the brothers the second she had found out they were hunters, hunters’ kids needed to stick together. She knew what it was like travelling so much, never settling or getting to experience a normal childhood. She and her dad, Jonathan, had been renting their current place for three months now and it was probably the longest they had ever spent in one place since her mother had passed away when she was seven.
A slow smirk graced Dean’s lips as he too leant back and quipped, “Oh you know, just thinking about your pretty face.”
Her response came in the form of an eye-roll and an amused, “Shameless.”
“De won’t make me anything for the school bake sale.” The sigh that passed Sam’s lips was a mixture of annoyance, frustration and disappointment, and it did nothing to ease Dean’s sense of failure. Maybe he should have paid more attention in cookery class.
“For the last time Sam, I…can’t…bake. What do you want me to magic something out of thin air?” He hated how snappy he was being but his patience was wearing thinner and thinner.
“In fairness Sammy, you’re brother doesn’t strike me as a baker.” She could tell Dean was feeling sorry for himself so she stuck her tongue out at him and teased, “Sure he’s pretty but he doesn’t have the same crazy baking skills I have.” Her eyes softened as she continued, “I love baking so how about you and me whip something up for your bake sale.”
Her heart melted at the hope in the younger Winchester’s eyes. “Really? Can we?”
An hour later had found them in her kitchen rolling out biscuit dough with a glass because Marielle didn’t possess a rolling pin, flour sticking to Sam’s cheek and dusting his hair. Dean sat at the kitchen table watching with fondness as his younger brother carefully used the rim of another glass to cut circles out of the dough. “Where’d you learn to bake?” He wished he hadn’t asked when sadness flickered in Marielle’s eyes.
She stopped rolling the dough, leaving Sam to cut out the shapes and place them on the flour-dusted baking sheets. “My mom. We used to bake every weekend.” A wistful smile graced her lips. “She was the best baker, chocolate chip cookies were her favourite. She used to tell me they were baked with love. She died nine years ago, I was seven at the time.”
“I’m sorry.” He hated how cliché a reply it was, sorry wouldn’t bring her back, it certainly wouldn’t ease Marielle’s pain, but he didn’t really know what else to say.
“Me too.” She offered him a reassuring glance, making sure he knew he hadn’t done anything wrong by asking, before returning her attention to the task at hand. “Okay, let’s get these in the oven.”
Sam nodded and put the baking sheets in the oven as Marielle set a timer on her phone. When he turned to face her, his cheeks dimpled by the wide smile gracing his lips, he told her, “These are baked with love too.”
“Yeah Sammy, they sure are.” Chuckling, she looked over at Dean. “Alright tough guy, I know you don’t bake but when they come out of the oven can we trust you to be taste tester?”
Leaning back in the chair he offered her a grateful smile and tried to ignore the girly, fluttery feeling in his stomach. “I think I can manage that.”
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The frantic knocking on the door had Dean alert and ready to attack if necessary. Sam’s head also shot up as he sat rigid on the sofa. Dean’s brotherly instincts kicked in as his dad’s mantra, ‘keep your brother safe’, played over and over in his head. “Sammy, behind the sofa and keep quiet.” Sam mutely nodded and did as his brother asked, he knew the drill by now. Grabbing the forty-five he had been carrying since he was thirteen Dean headed for the door, checking the salt lines were intact as he did so, and glanced through the peephole. He relaxed somewhat when he saw Marielle on the other side but he needed to know it definitely was her so he called out, “Christo!” His dad had once told him that would help him identify whether someone was a demon, apparently their eyes would turn black and they would react to the word. Thankfully he had yet to come across one personally.
“I’m not going to gut you. Can I come in? Please.” Her voice cracked on the last word and as Dean continued to stare through the peephole he saw something scarier than black demon eyes staring back at him, he saw tears roll down her cheeks. He realised he had been staring too long when she added, “They’re blue not black, come on De, please.”
Opening the door, he ushered her inside before closing and locking it again. “You alright?”
“Mari, what’s wrong?” Sam crawled out from behind the sofa and climbed to his feet, concern flooding his eyes as he walked over to her.
“Don’t worry Sammy, I’m fine.” She quickly wiped away the tears, not wanting to freak out the youngest Winchester. The lie didn’t quite reach her watery eyes.
“Sammy, can you give us a minute?” Dean shot him a pointed look and Sam nodded, heading for the kitchen to fix himself a drink. When Dean returned his attention to Marielle it was clear he didn’t believe her and that he wouldn’t be letting the matter rest until she told him the truth. “What’s going on?”
“I uh, I didn’t want to go home, to be on my own.” She sighed as she headed for the sofa and sank into the cushions. “I went to Alexis’ party. There was a boy there from my Sociology class. I’ve caught him looking over at me a few times in class.” Dean nodded, gritting his teeth and trying to stop the jealousy from bubbling over. “He’s pretty cute, or I thought he was. He uh, he chatted me up, tried to kiss me.” Dean stayed frozen in place, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say but he had a feeling he knew where this was going and he was already planning all the ways he could torture the bastard. “I said no, and my daddy always tells me that no means no but he didn’t take no for an answer.” Her voice wobbled, tears blurring her vision, and she hated how weak she was being. Jonathan had always taught her that hunters didn’t cry, they were tough and fearless and unwavering, but right now she wanted to collapse into someone’s arms and sob her heart out. “He locked me in one of the bedrooms and backed me into a corner…” She trailed off as some of the tears broke free, spilling over her cheeks and leaving red, salty tracks in their wake. It was enough to finally get Dean moving.
Sitting down beside her he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. “I’m gonna rip his lungs out.” As an afterthought he realised he didn’t know who the asshole was and asked, “What’s his name?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Slipping her arms around his waist, she rested her head in the crook of his shoulder and let the tears flow more freely.
“Like fuck it doesn’t. Tell me and I’ll kill the son of a bitch.” It was obvious he was trying to keep his voice low enough that Sam wouldn’t hear but he wasn’t doing as well at keeping his temper under control. Nobody hurt Sammy and nobody hurt Marielle, those had quickly become his two rules in life since meting her, replacing the previous one rule that nobody hurt Sammy.
“Please Dean, I don’t want you to get in trouble. If you beat the crap out of him it will attract attention and people will want to know where your dad is. Sammy needs you.” He tightened his grip on her but she could feel his anger dissipating.
“Did he manage to…” He couldn’t bear to say it, silently hoping she would understand what he was trying to ask her. The thought of anyone laying their hands on her made him feel physically sick.
“No. I kneed him where it hurt and screamed for help. Alexis’ brother threw him out and drove me home. He offered to stay with me until I calmed down but I told him I was going to come over here.” She composed herself, sniffling a few times before pulling back slightly so she could look Dean in the eyes. “I think I got him good. He could barely stand up.”
“That’s my girl.” He chuckled and pulled her back into the hug so he could drop a kiss onto the top of her head. “Do you want to stay and watch a movie with me and Sam?”
“You can choose the movie.” Both of them turned at the sound of Sam’s voice, neither of them had heard him come back in but there was a high possibility he had heard at least part of their conversation.
“Sure. That sounds nice.” Patting the space next to her on the sofa she told him, “Come here, you can give me a hug too.”
Half an hour later found them snuggled up on the sofa, Dean in the middle with Sam on one side and Marielle on the other, a blanket thrown over the three of them. Ghostbusters played on the screen and even though Dean moaned it was a terrible film he still laughed at all the jokes and mumbled along to the theme song when the movie finished. The day after he found out his name was Danny Thompson, and a week later Danny was still sporting a black eye from ‘walking into a door…twice’.
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“He’s been gone for ages.” Sam looked out of the bedroom window for any sign of the Impala’s headlights. Dean had left hours ago after getting a call from his father who had run into trouble and needed help. Not willing to leave Sam on his own and compromise his safety he had asked Marielle if she would stay with him until he got back. She was a year younger than Dean but she was three years older than Sam and had a hunter for a father so that was good enough for him. There were very few people Dean trusted but he trusted Sammy, Bobby, John and Marielle with his life, and he trusted Marielle with his brother’s life. She knew it was the highest honour that could be bestowed and before he left she promised she would look after the younger Winchester.
“He’ll be okay. Dean’s a good hunter.” She offered a reassuring smile from her place atop Dean’s bed, back against the wall and legs stretched out in front of her. “He’ll be back before you know it.”
“What if something has happened to him?” The worry in Sam’s voice was raw and undisguised. The thought of losing Dean was inconceivable, how would he survive without his big brother, his rock, looking out for him? Dean had been the one constant in his life, no matter where they travelled to, no matter what they faced, they always did it together. Dean had carried him out of their house when he was just a baby and Dean had been the one looking after him ever since. He had raised him. It had always been Dean to cook him dinner, tuck him in, help him with his homework and wipe away the tears if he had nightmares. He loved his dad, he knew deep down that John was trying to keep them safe, but he idolised Dean because Dean was safety. Dean was home. He only realised the tears had broken free when he felt a warm splash on his hand.
“Nothing will have happened to him. Please don’t cry, it’ll be okay.” Her voice was soft and soothing, full of the reassurances Dean would usually provide. “C’mere.” Patting the space on the bed next to her, she watched as Sam climbed off his own bed and crossed the room. When he sat beside her she pulled him into her arms and rested her chin atop his head. “Dean will be fine, he’d never leave you.” If there was one thing she had learnt in the short space of time she had known the Winchester brothers it was that there was nothing Dean wouldn’t do for Sam. He would trade it all, including his own life, to keep his little brother safe. “You should try and get some sleep, I’ll stay right here with you and wake you up when he gets home.”
He nodded and sniffled. He was exhausted. “You promise you’ll wake me?”
Pressing a kiss into his hair, she tightened her arms around him. “I promise.”
He nodded and relaxed, his head in Marielle’s lap as she gently stroked his hair and softly sang. He liked to think if his mom had still been around she too would have had a kind smile and sparkly eyes. She too would have sang to him as he dozed off and wiped away his tears when he was scared.
When Dean returned three hours later, minus John who had instantly headed back out on the road, he found Sam and Marielle in the same position. Marielle’s eyes were closed and her even breathing was a giveaway to the fact she was asleep. Her fingers were still tangled in Sam’s shaggy locks and Sam’s arms were wrapped around her waist. Dean’s heart melted at the sight and he realised with a painful stab that somewhere along the line he had fallen in love with her. He knew their life meant he wouldn’t be here forever, that his heart would break when they had to leave, but for now he couldn’t care about that. His world was safe and sound tucked up in his bed and that was all that mattered.
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“Hey handsome, what you doing out here so late?” Her voice was soft and carried along the breeze that ruffled through her curls and left goosebumps on her skin.
Turning to look at her from where he was leaning against the Impala he shrugged. A soft sigh escaped his throat and in the moonlight she could see the weight of the world in his eyes. He looked exhausted, it was clear the stress of juggling school, Sam, and his dad’s hunting habits was just weighing too heavily lately. “Hey, I could ask you the same thing?”
“Would you believe I’m looking for treasure?” She offered a teasing smile to break the tension, something she had perfected over the last couple of months. When the boys argued, which was rare but painful, she was the peacemaker. When Sammy got stressed she helped to calm him down. When Dean was feeling low she would bake him vanilla chocolate chip cookies to cheer him up. The rare times John came back and complained about Dean’s leniency towards his brother’s training regime she would defend them both and reassure the eldest hunter that she had seen the boys doing drills and they were both natural hunters. Four and a half months of knowing each other felt like a lifetime and she wouldn’t change a day.
A small, amused smile graced his lips as he asked, “Yeah? You find any?”
“No, think my map must be faulty.” Her eyes softened but her expression sobered. “So, why are you out here?”
“Honestly?” She mutely nodded and he shook his head. “I don’t even know. It’s just been a rough week.” She knew John had been back the day before and since his latest departure Dean didn’t seem his usual self. “Dad wants Sammy to start hunting properly.”
“Shit. Is he really ready for that?” Sam was only just into his teens, she knew he was far from ready for the horrors his father wanted him to face. No Child his age should ever have to hunt the creatures stalking the night. She had only met John Winchester a handful of times but it was enough for her to deduce that in his quest for revenge no cost was too high. She didn’t doubt his love for his boys, the fact that he would move heaven and earth to keep them safe, but she also knew that forcing Sam to hunt would only put him in danger.
“No, he isn’t ready. Far as I’m concerned he never will be. I don’t want this life for him Mari.” Dean was more sensitive than people gave him credit for. He was loud and confident and cocky, but the real Dean Winchester, the one she saw at night when everyone else had gone to sleep, was scared and vulnerable and caught in the middle of trying to please his father and keep his brother safe. Her heart broke for him and she wished she could take the pain away but she couldn’t. “He doesn’t deserve this shit.”
Reaching up to cup his cheek she whispered back, “Neither do you.”
Leaning into her touch he briefly closed his eyes and took a couple of steadying breaths. “If things were different, if we weren’t the kids of hunters…” He trailed off and shook his head. For the first time in a long time he was seriously considering taking Sam and Marielle far away. Settling down into some sort of normal life. He could be a mechanic, she could be just about anything she wanted to be and Sam, Sam could have the kind of life he deserved. He could have stability, friends, normalcy.
As if reading his mind she chuckled softly. “If we weren’t the kids of hunters we’d be completely different people De.” Stroking his stubbly jaw with her thumb she traced a few of his freckles. “This life sucks, but thanks to our dads, thanks to you, there’s a lot of people out there who would have died but are safe in their beds.” She couldn’t lie, the thought of a nice normal life, a life where her and Dean could be together forever and Sammy could go off to college and become the wonderful genius she knew he was, was heavenly, but in that life how many innocent people would die? How many monsters would continue preying on the weak, the vulnerable and the scared? This life wasn’t the one she wanted either, but if they didn’t have it who else would? Dropping her hand, she carefully climbed up to perch on the hood of the Impala and looked up at the sky. “It’s clear tonight.”
Opening his eyes, he followed her gaze and nodded. “Hmm.”
“Did you ever stargaze as a kid?” The question was innocent enough but she suspected she knew the answer already. Dean Winchester had been denied a childhood, sacrificing his to try and allow Sammy to have some semblance of one, so of course he hadn’t.
“No, not really. Did you?” He could imagine a younger Marielle Winters sitting on a porch somewhere in her mother’s arms looking up a the sky.
“Yeah.” She smiled at the memory. “My momma would point out the constellations and my daddy would make up shapes because he didn’t know any of them.” Tracing one of them with her finger, she told him, “That one there is ‘The Big Dipper’.” Pointing to a bright star she explained, “And that one there is Polaris. It’s called the North Star. My momma used to say if you got lost and followed it, it would bring you home.”
“Yeah? Does it work?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“I don’t know, I’ve never tried it. I like to think it’s true though. It gives you hope that if you get lost, you’ll always be able to find your way back.” Staring straight into his eyes, ice meeting emerald, she whispered, “As long as there are stars in the sky, there’s still hope. Don’t forget that.”
Nodding he wrapped an arm around her and looked up at the sky again. “Do you know any of the others, because I need all the hope I can get?”
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The day they had to leave was every bit as heartbreaking as Dean knew it would be. His father had called and told him to have everything packed as he would be picking them up in a couple of hours. Sam had hugged Marielle tight, sobbing that he didn’t want to leave her behind and thanking her for everything. She had hugged him back, impossibly tighter, and promised him that if he ever decided to get in touch with her again she would be there. She had told him to be careful and to look after his brother and to keep baking cookies because God knew Dean couldn’t, despite her best efforts to try and teach him. She had kissed the top of his head as her tears had dropped into his hair. When he had headed back inside she had turned to Dean, desperately trying not to breakdown. “It uh, it looks like it’s going to rain.”
“Hmm.” He looked up at the clouds. “Looks like.”
The second their eyes had met the dam had broken completely. Tears had streamed down her face as he had pulled her into his arms, his own tears falling into her coppery hair. “We knew this day would come eventually.” Her words had been muffled slightly by his leather jacket, the same jacket she had always teased him about because it was clearly still a little big on him.
“Yeah, doesn’t make it any easier though.” His voice was cracked and broken as he struggled to regain control of his emotions.
“No, it doesn’t.” Pulling back she looked up into his eyes. “Thank you, for everything.” Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy but their beauty still shone through and Dean knew whenever he looked into another girl’s eyes they would pale in comparison to hers.
“I should be thanking you, but somehow thank you doesn’t seem enough.” They had been through a lot together over the last five months, four of which he had spent resisting the urge to kiss her. It had started as physical attraction but grown into something much scarier, much bigger and much more permanent. “I won’t forget what you’ve done for us.”
“I won’t forget you, either of you, I promise.” She had already given him her number but she had made a point of checking it in his phone, knowing he would never call her because it would be too painful for both of them. But, as long as the stars shone there was still hope, so she had done it anyway.
“If things had been different, if we were different people…” The words had escaped before he could stop them.
“But we aren’t.” The sadness in her smile had mirrored in her eyes and torn his heart in two.
He had blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his vision, as he whispered, “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.” Clearing her throat she had looked back at his house. “You need to go and finish packing.”
He had nodded and pulled away, turning to head back inside. As she had turned and started to head back to her own place his heart had won the argument with his head, just like it always did, and he had chased after her, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around before pulling her into a searing kiss. He couldn’t leave without knowing what she tasted like, without knowing how well their lips would mould together and what her bottom lip would feel like caught between his teeth. Her arms had automatically wound around his neck as she had stood on her tiptoes and he had held her in place. When they had finally pulled apart he had whispered a broken, “Goodbye Mari Winters.” As he had turned and headed back into the house her tears had started to fall again, and so had the rain.
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Dean wasn’t the type of man to fall in love, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t once before. Karen had been wrong, because years ago in a nowhere town in Idaho he had given his heart to a girl capable of making him fall fast and hard and he knew it would belong to her forever. His favourite cookies are still vanilla chocolate chip. His favourite movie is still Ghostbusters, not that he’ll ever admit that. Even now he still looks up at the stars after a rough hunt and believes that maybe there is still hope for the world. She once promised him that she would remember him forever and he wonders if she ever thinks about him, because he still thinks about her…a lot. Sam thinks his personality type means he runs away from long-term relationships but the truth is that nobody comes close to Marielle, and that’s the reason he can’t fully commit. That’s the reason Cassie and Lisa would never have worked out. Dean Winchester has been in love, in fact he thinks perhaps he still might be, and one day, if he manages to save the world, maybe he can call her up and save their once-upon-a-time relationship.