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He's Back. (Dean fluff)

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"(Y/n). He's back," you pull your head out of your hands to see Sam leaning in your bedroom doorway. He's out of breath, red in the face, his hair is a mess, and he's teary eyed - but with that glorious news, he's the most beautiful thing you've seen in months. You spring up from your slouching position in the stiff chair and rush to him, hope and sudden light energizing you to the bone. He smiles a smile you had missed, and takes off with you in tow.

Sprinting towards the room you shared with Dean through the winding bunker hallways alongside a joyful Sam and with air gushing past your face brings you a certain thrill, but what's really exciting you right now is the two words playing over in your head. He's back. Dean is back. My Dean. He's finally here, finally here, finally himself. My Dean is back. And you can hardly believe it. You had lived the past months telling yourself over and over and over again how it was a demon, how it wasn't your Dean. And every word he said, every action, even the looks he gave you had made you sick to your stomach. It had all come from the lips you had kissed, from the eyes you fell in love with, from an extra set of eyes that made you shiver, from the body you had hugged and poked and slept curled up against. But it was never him. Nothing felt better than knowing that the eerie sensation of seeing him but not seeing him was finally over.

You run and run and run, vaguely aware of at some point passing Sam, but you aren't really sure of anything - nothing but the pump of your legs. You at last burst into the bedroom. You and Sam both pause, just standing there in the entrance, needing to catch your breath but holding it at the same time.

Dean lay almost lifelessly on the bed, head lolling to the side of his pillow and arms placed on his chest. The chest that was rising and falling with slow breaths, the chest hiding a heart that would now be beating for the right reasons again, the chest you could put your ear up to until the end of time. His eyes were barely open and he didn't move a muscle when you entered. No one did. The world was at a standstill. You were convinced the universe would hang in the suspense of that moment for an eternity.

"You two look like shit," your boyfriend breaks the silence, as poetic as ever. You begin to laugh at the same time that you start to cry. It's really him - of course, you knew that, but hearing his voice say something right again - it's really him. You're overwhelmed with things you want to say, do, shout. It's all you can manage to sob and laugh as Sam starts to cry tears of happiness himself. Dean just rolls his eyes at the sight of you two, standing awkwardly by the door, hot messes.

"Get your asses over here, you nerds. You'd think I'd be the one losing it," still barely moving, clearly in pain, Dean doesn't stop the joking for a second, as per usual. And you love him for it. You love being called a nerd, you love him being pushy, you love him bragging about himself despite being in no condition to boast. All because it's so very Dean-like.

Not that anyone could be certain, but one might say that those two nerdy asses had never gotten over anywhere faster or with more relief and enthrallment.

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From the second Sam had left you and Dean alone, Dean hadn't taken his eyes off you. You had gravitated towards cuddling him where he was still resting on your bed and he instantly trapped you in the grip of his strong but still shaky arms. You were on your side, head up to his chest to listen to his beating heart, just like you had dreamed about. He traced fingers up and down your arm, not saying anything, just examining you.

"How did we end up here?" the weakness in his voice shatters you. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent, letting the sensation his fingertips leave behind and the warmth of his body against yours steal your focus before you answer.

"How'd we get here? You mean how did I end up using the strongest and best man I know as a human pillow? Or maybe you mean to ask how I convinced said man to drop his tough guy act and do simple things for me like rub my arm? Well, good sir," you beam, leaning up to look at him as you prepare a flurry of fun things to continue with.

"Oh, shut up," he amusedly tells you, but he doesn't stop brushing from your shoulder to elbow, which you're insanely grateful for. You let the silence sit, though, as it's a comfortable one that you had both missed out on as of late. Something about the sheer serenity of existing in each other's arms made it too peaceful to disturb. But alas, several minutes later, your idiot boyfriend, of course, feels the need to ruin it.

"(Y/n), I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for, for the things I said when I was... the lies I told, (y/n)-" you put your hand over his mouth, not in the mood to attend his pity party. You make eye contact with him and shake your head definitively before releasing him.

"Dean Winchester, I just got you back. I don't care about anything but being here with you and enjoying myself. Don't make it about the bad stuff, okay? Not tonight. Actually, no apologizing any night. I was there, Dean. I injected you with my blood as you screamed and cried out in pain. That's enough reliving of it already. You weren't you. End of story. I'll be damned if we let this haunt us forever," you force a weak smile, and he returns a little one. You know it's not that simple, but there really is nothing else you want besides the moment of bliss you share with him, resting in the bed you share with him. And for tonight, he complies.

After some time of brief conversations and soft silences, you both find yourselves drifting in and out of sleep. So when he whispers, you just barely catch what he says.

"I forgot what it felt like to love you, (y/n). Don't ever let me forget again."