I'll take away the pain - Dean Winchester

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Just like I do in my walking dead imagines, I'll suggest a song or two while reading. 'Ultraviolence' and 'West Coast' By Lana Del Rey. Because she's queen, and it fits the mood.

You spent almost every day out of your miserable week at the bar drinking away the all to familiar pain from losing your family.

Your mom? Deceased. Your dad? Deceased. Your siblings? Deceased. And who's fault was it? Yours. You were all hunters. But if you hadn't left that night when they needed you the most they wouldn't have been ambushed by werewolf's.

Dean and Sam, who were good hunting friends of your dad's, were always there for you after. You all three hunted together. Always comforting you with 'It wasn't your fault.' Even though deep down.. They both knew it was.

"Vodka and keep em' coming." You told the bartender, placing two 20's on the wooden counter.

"Not surprised to see you here." Dean sat down next to you already with a beer in his hand.

"Well, can't say I'm not surprised either." You lightly chuckled, receiving your first vodka.

"Vodka?," Dean crinkled his nose, "What's the occasion?"

"Hmm. Idk. Just mourning my family's deaths." You stared into his shocked sorrowful hazel green eyes.

"(Y/N)-" He started. "No, Dean. I'm so done with the 'I'm sorry' and 'It isn't your fault's. I'm done with this. This, life. Whatever it is you happy people call it." You threw back your vodka, grabbed your coat and left.

Dean ran after you, grabbing your wrist.

"Get off me!" You yelled, not wanting Dean to see you this way. It was too late, your hot tears were all over Dean's musky leather jacket.

"Shh." He held you tightly, kissing your head.

"Dean.." You sobbed. "It's my fault," You looked up, meeting Dean's teary eyes. You hated making other people sad. You didn't mean for this. "I.. I hate myself." Dean wiped your falling tear, kissing your cheek.

"No, babe. It isn't. I used to think all of my families deaths were on me, but now, I know it isn't. It's life. It happens. You're too beautiful for this crying shit." He half smiled, rubbing his thumb over your red rosy cheeks.

'Babe?' You couldn't get that out of your crazy bombarded mind.

"Take me somewhere. Take the pain away." You kissed his lips that were yelling for friction. A million feelings ran all over your body. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or your heart needing a repair. But Dean needed this too. You weren't the only one who was broke.

"I'll take the pain away." He whispered against your cold lips, grabbing your hand and taking you to the impala. You slipped in the passengers seat and Dean stepped on the gas.

The car ride was quiet. No music, no taking, nothing. You had thousands of questions and things you were dying to tell Dean.

"What about Sam?" You asked, catching his glance for a quick second as he reconnected his eyes with the road.

"I have another idea. Sit tight." He put his hand on your thigh, making you gasp and him chuckle. He gave you another face that made your panties soak.

He moved his hands between your legs, playing with your lace and roaming his hands all over your sex.

"Dean.." You were hazed and horny, and Dean's touch was all you wanted. Him between your hips, thrusting the pain away into pleasure.

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