Catch up Chapter 2

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You smiled at Dean and jumped up from the couch. Dean stood up and followed you to the side of the apartment where you slept.

You began to dig through your messy closet as Dean stood behind you quite confused.

Once you found your duffle bag that Dean had bought you a couple years back, you began to shove clothes fit for hunting and all your necessary items into the army green bag. You skipped happily to the safe you kept in your closet and begin the unlock it when you feel eyes of you. You quickly turn around as Dean is staring down at your ass. Or so you thought.

"Dude, my eyes are over here!" You said with a hint of laughter in your voice.

"Wait, what, no, I'm not staring at that...I'm staring at your tattoo..."

Then it clicked in your mind, Dean was staring at the batman tattoo directly above your butt.

"When did you get a tattoo."

"Tattoos." You corrected. "I got them shortly after I left.

"What else do you have?"

You show Dean the anti possession tatt on your left shoulder, the basic star in a circle behind your ear, and heart on the inside of your ankle near your achilles tendon.

"Weren't those painful?"

"Not really, I guess hunting toughened me up enough to get a couple tattoos."

You turned back to your safe and took your favorite gun and knife out and placed them into your duffle bag. You locked the safe and grabbed your apartment keys and and flung your bag over your shoulder, turned on your heels to Dean, pecked his cheek with your soft pink lips and started towards the door. Dean following behind you.

"Still got those out dated cassette taps I love?" You question with excitement while skipping down the stares.

"Of course, what makes you think I would ever get rid of them?"

"Maybe because its now 2015, and I could picture Sam throwing them away." you jokingly stated.

"True, but if Sam ever did that, I would have to end him." He joked as well.

When you both reached ground level, you saw the beautiful, glossy black, 1967 Chevy Impala parked right outside your apartment.

"Wait a sec Dean, how did you know where I lived?!"

"Phone tracker. You never changed your number or fake name. Your fault." He stated with his famous smirk spread across his face.

You both had reach the Impala and climbed in. You knew that if you put your shoes on the seat, Dean would never talk to you again. So as a sweet girlfriend, you slid off your black converse and sat criss-cross in the passenger seat.

Dean smiled at you and handed you his cassette tap box and let you choose the song/artist.

"Really? What happens to 'Driver pick the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole'?" You questioned.

"Well I guess you're just special." He smiled at you and planted a light kiss on your head.

You began shuffling through each one as Dean started the car.

"Jeez (y/n), how long till you find one?"

"Oh come on, give me a sec, we've only been driving for a couple minutes. Cut me some slack." you wined back with a slight smile.

You eventually found one of your favorite bands, AC/DC. You pushed it into the player and the first song was 'Back in Black' you favorite.

Dean looked over and smiled at you. While driving for what seemed like forever, you both decided to catch up in life.

"So whats new with you (y/n)?" Dean looked over at you for a quick second, then back at the road.

"Met some friends, found an apartment, started a simple (boring) life. You?"

"Same old life for me, nothing new...Well actually- never mind." He said as if he regretted saying anything.

"Awe come on Dean! Don't do this to me, now I really wanna know!" You slightly shouted at him.

"Well...promise not to be mad please."

"I. Promise." You put three fingers up and a hand on your heart.

Dean took a deep breath.

"I...I became a...demon..."

"WHAT!-"

Before you could say anything else Dean interrupted you.

"(Y/n), please just listen!" He yelled in a way so you knew he wasn't mad.

You went quiet.

"I had The Mark Of Cane, as you knew, and I got stabbed in the heart with an angel blade. I...I died. Crowley brought me back as a demon...-"

"STOP THE CAR!!!" You demanded, but he kept on driving.

"DEAN STOP THE GOD DAMN CAR!!!"

"(Y/N) LISTEN TO ME PLEASE! LET ME EXPLAIN!!!"

Silence fell in the car as you sat there shaking in your seat.

"If you would listen to me, I was gonna say that Sam purified me...I'm no longer a demon, ok?"

"And the mark?" You questioned with fear in your voice.

"That's gone as well, look." Dean showed you his arm while watching the road.

You were silent. You didn't know what to say. Sorry? Sorry for yelling at him? What were you supposed to do other then sit there and watch the road ahead.

"Im sorry (y/n), I should have said something earlier." He apologized.

"No Dean, I'm sorry for not listening....WAIT! If Sam purified you, then he should be...be dead... Dean is there something your not telling me?!"

End of chapter 2! You like? If so let me know, cause I'm slightly worried that no one will read these :/... let me know though! -Ring Master

2018 update: so I wrote this ages ago and I got a lot of comments complaining about the grammar. I wrote this on a tiny iPod lol. So I'm going through it again and fixing what I catch. It's been 4 years since I've even touched this piece so it's a fresh read for me and I'll probably catch a lot, if not all, the mistakes. -Fry/Lilac

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