You couldn't do this anymore. Hunting, killing, constant unpredictability. It was just getting to be too much. Maybe it was just the inevitable anxiety and panic of being a hunter and wishing you had a normal life, but what if it wasn't? If this was a real longing for an actual life, you should act on it. There might be other reasons... but having a normal life. That was the main one. There's so much you've been missing because of a life of hunting, and you would never know how much until you left. So that's what you were doing.

You were throwing into a duffel bag anything that was yours around the bunker. You wished you didn't have to leave like this; in the middle of the night while Sam and Dean were asleep. You wanted to be honest with them but you knew it would only make it more brutal. You hated being dishonest with them, but you would explain...eventually. When you knew for sure what you were going to do.

Grabbing a flannel off the railing of the stairs, you nearly had a heart attack when someone else spoke. "What the hell is this?" Hearing Dean's voice, your heart cracked a bit. You would have to explain to him that you were leaving, and feel like the biggest coward ever.

You turned to face him, meeting his expectant eyes with your cautious ones. "Dean-"

"'Cause it looks like you're packin' up and leaving. In the middle of the night, real classy Y/N." Dean sounded scarily calm, almost on the verge of exploding. "That's my flannel by the way."

You realized your mistake, and threw the flannel onto the couch, taking a sigh. "Dean, please don't. It's not like you don't know how I feel. You've had this feeling before; wanting a normal life," you explained, sorting through the bookshelf for any books that were yours.

"Yeah, and you know what, I got over it. You can't just quit Y/N, you can't. You're gonna realize the only thing you love is hunting and regret it." You rolled your eyes. If only he knew. If only he knew the real reason. "I know you, Y/N. Or at least I thought I did, but the Y/N that I knew wouldn't pack up and leave in the middle of the night without talking to us! Were you even gonna say goodbye?!" Dean officially tipped over the edge of being completely pissed off.

You sighed, trying not to blow up yourself, before you turned around to face him again. "No, I wasn't. I wanted to but I... I knew it would go something like this! And I knew it would've been way too hard on all of us so... No, I wasn't going to say goodbye. I wanted to spare your feelings." Even saying it was painful. You hated doing this to them.

"Oh that's bullshit Y/N! If you wanted to spare our feelings, you wouldn't have abandoned us in the middle of the night!" Dean sounded like he was...choking up? You even thought you saw tears in his eyes. "Do you even care about us at all?" he asked with so much belief that your answer would be no, that it killed you.

You threw your bag on the ground. "Of course I care! Why do you think I'm leaving!?" Dean looked a bit caught off guard but not enough to let his down. "Every day this damn job gets more freakin' dangerous and you know who's on the line? You! The both of you! And as cliche as it sounds, if anything happens to either of you... I could never live with myself. You two won't always come back from the freaking dead, I mean who knows how many lives you have left..." There were tears in your own eyes now, and Dean's features softened.

"Y/N, don't you think we feel the same? You're our..friend, Y/N and I would protect you with my life. And so would Sam. Can't you see that if we split up, and something happened to any of us, we would blame ourselves forever? We wouldn't be there to protect each other, and I can't speak for you but the guilt would eat me alive," Dean's voice cracked and you saw the sincerity in his green eyes.

"At least if we split up I wouldn't have to watch you two die over and over again..." you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

"You can't leave Y/N, you just can't... I can't protect you if you leave." Dean took a step towards you cautiously.

"I can protect myself," you said with determination, or an attempt at least.

"I don't doubt that Y/N! But... it's not the same! I can't even imagine the amount of fear that I would have not knowing what you would be getting yourself into!" His rage seemed to make a nice return.

"That's the point of having a normal life Dean! I would be fine, out of harms way, I would be fully off your mind!" You responded with your own anger, and wondered how Sam didn't wake up to all this yelling.

"You think I wouldn't still think about you?! You're with us 24/7 now and I can't get you off my mind!" You were taken off guard by this but he didn't seem to realize what he had said. "I go crazy worrying I won't get to see you everyday because of some demon or monster and now...! Now you're giving me my own worst nightmare! I'm losing the girl I love because she's scared of losing me that's just..."

"Girl you..what?" You started off yelling, but your voice trailed off quickly.

"Yeah, you heard right, I love you! Okay?! If you want a reason to stay then there! I love you!" He shouted, although looking like he was far from angry.

"Well good because I love you too!"

"Then I'm gonna kiss you!"

"Well you better!" Dean kept his word whole heartedly. He walked the few steps towards you and pulled your lips to his roughly. The kiss started rugged and sloppy, but got softer as the seconds went by. In the years you've loved this man, you never thought he would feel the same. Boy did he prove you wrong.

"Stay..." he whispered after the kiss broke, leaning his forehead against yours as if he'd fall without your support. You had no more intent of leaving.

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