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

Chapter 11: The Deal

It began to dawn on you though, that this hot and cold behaviour was odd. Indecisiveness was not a familiar word to Dean Winchester. He was stubborn and it surprised you that a few weeks of awkwardness had loosened his resolve.

Sure, he had told you that Charlie and Sam had called him an idiot. Sam's actions earlier were definitely more clear to you now. You really did need to thank him. But why tonight? What happened tonight that made him change his mind and tell you the truth?

He had mentioned the Mark of Cain. Was he setting things straight because he didn't think he was going to get rid of the mark? That he was scared it was going to consume him and he'd never get better? You wanted to ask, but you weren't sure he'd tell you that truth. He'd already admitted a lot in the span of five minutes.

You swallowed your breath and looked at him to study his face as you asked. "I um, I don't want to push things, but why now? It's not like you to back down on a decision you've made. What made you decide to tell me the truth?"

Dean glanced over at you quickly and you saw worry. "Well hearing the waitress tell me my coworker had told her I was available didn't help..." He chuckled before turning serous. "The mark is affecting me swee..." He hesitated on the word again.

"It's okay... You can say it... I only asked you to stop because you were shutting me down..." You reassured him. "I've missed you calling me that... I kind of regretted asking you to stop..."

Your admission caused Dean to chuckle. "Thank fuck! It's been hard not to..."

"You were saying?..." You reminded him through your own chuckle.

"Hey! You interrupted me." You glared at him but the grin was still there. "Yeah yeah, alright..." His face turned serious again, like he'd suddenly flicked a switch. "I can feel the mark... It wants me to kill... And every time I have, it, it tingles..." He motioned to you. "Like your protection spell. That Chinese burn you described. It's like that. But now, it's doing it even when I'm not hunting..."

You had instinctively begun to rub the back of his hand with your thumb as you listened. "I don't know if I can keep ignoring it, but I'm trying... When you're around, it's not as bad... And I guess, if something happens to me, I don't wanna go down without you knowing the truth..."

When he had finished you nodded your head in understanding. There wasn't much comfort you could provide besides reminding him he had support. "We're all here to help you... Remember that. You've got Sam, Cass, Charlie, and you've got me too." He raised your hand up and kissed your fingertips before resting them both back on the leather seat.

Your hands stayed connected like that for the majority of the drive. Dean occasionally letting go to manoeuvre the car in a tight turn or to overtake a slow truck here and there. Whatever the task was though, he would search for your fingers again, the instant he was done.

Sam fell asleep somewhere between the steakhouse and Livingston. His grunts and snores occasionally taking you both by surprise, resulting in giggles from you, and Dean smirking at you. It gave you plenty of opportunity to talk to the older Winchester though. Giving you time to get over the awkwardness that lingered over you both during the last month.

Further along the road, Dean brought up sleeping arrangements with you. "So, when we get to the motel tonight... Should I aim for a triple or are you happy to start sharing with me again?"

"I dunno, it's been roomier without you..." You chided before admitting. "I'm fine with it, as long as you are..."

Dean grinned at you. "As long as you keep your hands to yourself..."

"Hey!" You used your right hand to try and pry his fingers off of yours. Resulting in a bigger grin on his face as he pulled his hand along with your left away from you. Giving up, you stated. "Watch it or I'll change my mind... It's not like I've ever had much choice in the matter anyways."