Abducted: Part One | SPN | Dean x Reader | Slow Burn

Chapter 16: We're Both Fine

He turned the gas cooker off and clunked the whisk on the side of the pot lip. "So put it on then."

"What?" You questioned softly as you concentrated on putting the first layer of lasagne sheets down into the dishes.

"Lemme hear your clubbing music." Dean replied, motioning down to the rectangle shape of your phone jutting out of your back pocket.

You pulled out your phone and opened the music app, before looking up at Dean. "You sure?"

He nodded at you. So you pressed shuffle on the playlist, curious to see what the device would start with, and the haunting electric opening of Calvin Harris' and Ellie Goulding's 'I Need Your Love' began to play. And instantly, you were taken back to that night.

It was the last song you remembered playing in the club, before you left in the early hours of the morning to wait for the train to take you home. You remembered with certainty, because it was one of your favourites and you had deliberately stayed for one last dance with your friends just to hear it end.

I need your love, I need your time. When everything's wrong, you make it right...

You closed your eyes, completely still, the opposite reaction to what one would expect from the electric beat. In your mind, images of your friends, a drink in their hands, surrounded by moving bodies, swaying with the rhythm.

As the tempo began to ring faster, your friend Charles grabbed your hand, twirling you around the floor. "Come on, do you really have to go home now?" He pulled you into a waltz position. "It's still early!"

I take a deep breath every time I pass your door. I know you're there but I can't see you anymore...

"Sweetheart?..." Dean's voice not strong enough to break you from your trance.

You remembered shaking your head at Charles. "Nah dude, I'm buggered." But he just pulled you further into the crowd, the two of you spinning and turning.

As Ellie's voice stated 'Tell me do you feel the same?' once more, you felt light pressure on your shoulder, instantly pulling you out of your memory.

"You still in there sweetheart?" Dean's hand was waving at you now. "I thought this stuff was supposed to make you dance, not stand still." He teased you, a look of worry in his eyes.

You moved your head up to look at him "Sorry... Just having my own personal flashback... I remember dancing to this song the night I was abducted." And you attempted to focus back on the task at hand, moving back to what you were doing with the lasagne sheets. You were relieved when he didn't press the issue.

"So now, we layer everything up. Meat sauce next, then the white sauce." You moved to the back wall of the kitchen, hoping to find a couple of ladles or large spoons to scoop out the sauces from their respected pots.

You found one of each and turned around to hand Dean the large spoon. But when you held it out for him to take it from you, he grabbed hold of your hand instead. "Hey...You alright?" He spoke softly.

"I'm fine..."

"Would you save some for Sam?" You asked Dean as he returned with another plate of lasagne.

Day had turned into night and Dean had already eaten three servings of the Italian dish, making this his fourth. "There's plenty in the freezer." He responded, mouth full before he'd even sat down at the table in the centre of the room.

"Yeah but it's better when it's fresh. Let him have at least one piece that he doesn't have to thaw and zap in the microwave." You supposed you should be grateful that he was eating what you assumed to be a years worth of vegetables for him, but that wasn't the point, the guy had a bottomless pit for a stomach.

The two of you were now both at it again in the library. Dean had been there ever since lunchtime when you had both eaten your first slice, and you on and off throughout the day.

Dean had only left his seat to refill his plate and use the bathroom. He didn't need to move too far for the alcohol that he'd also been consuming, as he kept his best whiskey in the same room and the mini fridge in the war room was stocked with beer.

You would be a hypocrite if you judged him for it, having done similar yourself in the past, minus the drinking. But as the hours dragged on you noticed him getting more and more tense, aggravated even, and you wondered if you should hide the booze on his next trip to the kitchen at the very least.

He was a grown man and you had no right to really do so, but you couldn't help but begin to worry again as the hours dragged on and his demeanour began to drastically change from the version of himself you'd cooked the lasagne with, to now.

About two hours later, after a long period of consideration, you decided to go take a shower and watch a movie in your room. "Night Dean." You called out to him as you left the library, taking the back door closest to the large telescope like object. Hearing a muffled "night" in return as you walked through the door.

You collected the things you needed to take with you to the bathroom, from your room and continued down the hall to take your shower. The water pressure in the bunker was amazing, and your thoughts wondered to more trivial matters of how the bunker even kept its water and electricity supply going. You doubted the Men of Letters received bills every quarter and your mind began racing with all the possibilities, even leaning towards the supernatural for some of them.

After you finished in the shower and were dressed in the clothes you'd be sleeping in, you decided to stop by the mess room to pick up a small snack you could enjoy while you watched your chosen movie of the night. As you reached up into the cupboard, cursing as you realised Dean had raided your snack basket, again, you could have sworn you heard the heavy door to the bunker close.

Perhaps Sam was home? But that didn't seem right. Sam was still working the case in Milton earlier this morning and it was about a seven hour drive back to the bunker. You'd confirmed it with Google.

You shut the cupboard door and placed your snack on the kitchen island. And then stepped up and out of the mess room and again up into the war room. As you moved slowly across the room towards the library, you realised Dean was no longer there. Surely he hadn't gone out? Had he?

Racing up the curved stairs to the bunkers entrance, you pushed open the heavy door and heard the Impalas engine as Dean drove off into the night.