Final Chapter

Warnings: fluff

Summary: A hunt takes you to the mountains where werewolves are. A serious injury forces feelings to be confessed and hearts to be sewn on sleeves.

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Okay, Dean's single. He's single which means you have free reign to date him if you want to. What are you talking about? 'If you want to'? You want to. Yes, you do want to. You've wanted to since the moment you set eyes on him. How the hell are you going to bring this up to him? What if he doesn't want you? It's been a week since you've talked to Clarissa but Dean hasn't said anything to you. Maybe he won't and if he won't, you're sure as hell not going to.

It's harder to confront your feelings because you've quit your nursing job as much as it pained you to do it. You're a hunter full time now which is something you've wanted since Disneyland, but you're not going to stop being a nurse. If a hunter needs your help, you're going to do whatever you can to heal them.

Over the past week, you and Dean have been practicing your fighting skills which has given him plenty of opportunities to say something to you. Maybe you two aren't meant to be. Maybe you should man up and ask him about it. You have to focus on the hunt before you can even think about your potential relationship with Dean.

There is a pack of werewolves attacking campers that need your attention so you're going to do your job and help those people first. While Sam and Dean get ready, you're standing on the small porch of the motel and stare at the beach right next to it. This place is the closest thing to the hunting grounds which is good for you because you love the ocean. Too bad none are in Kansas.

"Y/N?" You turn to Dean. "We're ready to go."

"Coming."

You head to the car but Dean stops you before you can get inside.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"Oh, okay."

He grabs the handle of the car door but you stop him this time.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. No, you can't do this now.

"Never mind."

You get into the back seat of the car while Dean slides in behind the wheel. It's a short drive to the trail where you'll have to walk the rest of the way. You three trek through the woods until you come to the campsite you know the werewolves favor since it's in the middle of their hunting grounds. You three look like hikers instead of hunters which you hope won't tip off the werewolves.

"Thank God," you laugh when you see them. "People. We're lucky we found you. We're as lost as someone can get. Do you know where the nearest hiking trail is?"

"What's the rush? We're about to cook something to eat. Want to join?"

"Why not?" Sam chuckles.

You join their group and sit down at the fire next to a man who hasn't stopped looking at you. You smile politely at him and set your bag down on the ground. You look at Sam and Dean who give you a single nod. That's your cue. You act like you're taking off your jacket when really, you're taking out the silver knife from your inner pocket. Without blinking, you stab the werewolf in the chest with the knife.

All hell breaks loose. Someone grabs you from behind and tosses you into the tree behind you, and you gasp in pain. It's not the worst kind of pain so you immediately get up and face the female werewolf in front of you. She bares her fangs at you but you swipe the knife at her. She dodges all of your attempts until one of your swipes gets her arm. She cries out in pain as her skin sizzles from the burn.

Her claws come out and she uses them as her weapons. You don't see them until too late and you're thrown back into a tree. Pain erupts on your side and you look to see she slashes your skin with three nails. Dean looks at you when he hears your scream and shoves the silver knife into his werewolf's chest. He runs at the woman who advances to you but he tackles her to the ground. She tries to bite him but he takes his knife and slices her throat vertically.

"Shit," you gasp and press your hand to your side. Blood pours out between your fingers but you're not going to let something like this kill you. "At least it's not a bite mark."

"You're going to be okay."

Sam kills the last werewolf in the pack so Dean picks you up bridal style. He doesn't care if you're getting blood in the car. He can always clean it later. He sits with you in the back so Sam drives back to the motel room. He lays down a towel on the bed but you know the blood will soak through onto the mattress.

"Where is your medical kit?"

"In my bag," you groan.

Dean removes your jacket and uses scissors to cut your shirt open so you don't have to move as much. You're not worried about him seeing you in your bra since you have a more threatening matter to deal with. Sam grabs the kit and looks through it but there isn't much that will help.

"There's not enough to help you. I'll run to the store. This will help until I get back."

Sam hands the bag to Dean and doesn't waste time. It's you and Dean alone before you know it. Dean grabs a towel from the bathroom, wets it so it's damp, and returns back to you. He cleans the blood as best as he can without hurting you further but every touch no matter how gentle hurts like a bitch.

"I'm so sorry," Dean sighs.

"For what?"

"For you getting hurt."

"Dean, come on, we both know that wasn't your fault," you scoff.

"Still. I should have protected you."

"Don't give me that sappy bullshit. This wasn't your fault. We're fighting monsters. Getting hurt is kind of in the job description."

Dean lays down gauze over your wounds to help soak up some of the blood.

"Yeah, that's the problem, Y/N. You shouldn't have to do this. You should have stayed at your hospital and continued to be a nurse."

You catch his eye and understand the meaning behind his words. If you're going to confront your feelings, may as well do it now.

"You mean I should have stayed away from you?"

"It seems easier that way, no?"

You continue to stare at him as your mind races a million miles a second. He touches your side with an alcohol pad and you hiss in pain, causing you to break eye contact. Just then, Sam comes back with better medical supplies than the one in your kit. You'll have to upgrade yours and add a bunch of shit you thought you weren't going to need. Dean easily fixes you up but the moment is over now.

You'll head back home tomorrow after a long night's rest. The sun is going down which means it's your bedtime according to Sam and Dean. They let you have your own room but you're not tired. Sure, you're exhausted from the pain but you don't want to sleep yet. When you know Sam and Dean are retired to their room, you sneak out of your own carefully to not break open your stitches. You slowly walk down to the beach near the motel and the water shimmers with the different colors of the sky.

You can't keep doing this back and forth with Dean. Either he fesses up or you're gone. You love hunting because the Winchesters make it fun but hurting every time you look at him is too damn difficult. Maybe they'll let you back in your old hospital. Maybe you should go to a new one. Dean looks out the window and sees you standing on the small pier overlooking the ocean. Sam is already reading in bed so he leaves to give him some space. He looks both ways before crossing the street and joining you on the pier.

"Y/N?"

"I can't keep doing this, Dean." You whip around to face him. "I can't live and hunt with you knowing you and Clarissa broke up. I thought you wanted space so I gave you space. I thought you needed to sort out your feelings so I didn't say anything to you. It's been two weeks and you're giving me nothing. Radio silence. It's killing me. I gotta know... Do you love me or not?" Dean stares at you with parted lips, his expression unreadable. "If you don't, you gotta let me go because I love you so much and it hurts knowing you're right there and I can't touch you."

"Fuck," Dean whispers to himself. "Ever since we first kissed, you haven't left my head. I've wanted to kiss you and hold you every night since then. Hell, I even thought about you when I was with her. I could have left Clarissa for you but people die around me, Y/N. You almost did at Disneyland and now here. Call me selfish but I'd rather lose Clarissa than you. I know you'll be pissed at me for saying that but it's the truth. At least if I was with her, I still got to see you."

"I make my own decisions, Dean. You don't get people killed. Shitty things happen to you. That doesn't make you the cause of it. This is the life we live. Monsters will do what monsters do, so we try like hell to make sure they don't get us before we get them. I'm not gonna let that fear control me. I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her. If I want to be with you, I'm going to be with you. Do you want to be with me?"

"Of course, I do–"

"Then do something about it."

Dean makes up his mind right there and then. He stalks over to you and gently grabs the side of your face. He leans down and kisses you like how he's wanted to for months. It's cliche but it's instant fireworks between you two. Everything wrong in your life finally falls into place to complete the puzzle.

"From now on, you're mine," you say against his lips. "I'm not letting you go."

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart."

He kisses you again but is careful not to open your stitches. Guess you two were right after all.