The Other Guys, Part 1
The Other Guys, Part 1
A Supernatural story by Milisa @440MXS_wife
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You spent the weekend at Jody’s catching up with Donna, Charlie, Jody, and Eileen on a “Girls Only Weekend” in Sioux Falls. Facials and manicures were done, and the girls helped you put some golden highlights in your light chestnut hair.
“I’m telling ya, girlie, if this doesn’t turn Dean's head, nothing will,” Donna remarked.
“Oh come on, Donna, let’s get real, shall we? I’d have to change a hell of a lot more than my hair for Dean to notice me," you stated. "Besides, he's so wrapped up in the current crisis with Chuck, I doubt he sees anything but that.” You added, softly: “Let alone realize if something about me had changed.”
You cleared your throat, desperate to change the subject: “But, enough about that, anyone hungry?”
******
Your friends knew about your crush on the elder Winchester, and you think even Sam and possibly Castiel suspected something. Only the object of your affection seemed oblivious to this fact, and that’s probably how it was meant to be. At least that’s what you told yourself to spare your heart the hurt every time he brought home a girl from a bar.
Each time you saw a girl leaving Dean’s room in the morning, you pushed your feelings for him down a little further. Then you grabbed your earbuds and headed to the bunker’s gym for a morning workout. Sam was usually in there as well, doing some strength training after his run. Your workout mainly consisted of taking your frustrations out on the punching bag until you could punch and kick no more. Then you showered, got dressed and went about the business of saving people and hunting things.
Then it happened one morning, about a week before your “Girls Only Weekend.” You exited your room at the same time as a busty blonde was leaving Dean’s room. She had pulled him in for one last kiss and as she left up the stairs. Dean turned to you, winked, then closed his door. That was the last straw. When Sam walked in, you were in the middle of one of your most intense workouts in quite some time -- a fact which did not escape Sam’s notice.
“Now, who or what are you fighting by taking it out on that poor punching bag?” he chuckled. You continued with your routine and ignored Sam’s comment. “Whoa, you must really be pissed if you won't even talk to me,” Sam observed.
“Stupid” --punch-- “smug” -- punch/kick/punch -- “idiot” -- punch/punch/kick/kick/punch -- “YOUR BROTHER!” you yelled. You then sent a flurry of punches and kicks to the bag before finally dropping to your knees in exhaustion. Sam came over to sit beside you and rubbed your back to calm you down. “So, what did Dean do this time?” he asked.
You paused to collect your thoughts and to catch your breath. “I saw her. The chick from last night, as she was leaving his room. I’m used to seeing it, but this time? After she grabbed his shirt for one last kiss, she left. He saw me, winked, and went back into his room. Then I came down here,” you finished.
Sam shook his head in annoyance at how clueless Dean could be sometimes. He knew you had feelings for his older brother, but that you hadn’t confessed them yet.
A heartbroken sob escaped your throat, followed by silent tears of frustration. “Why doesn't he want me, Sam?” you asked quietly. “On second thought, never mind. I shouldn’t ask questions to which I don't want to know the answer.” Before Sam could respond, you jumped to your feet and ran out of the gym to shower and get ready for the day, just like usual.
******
“Yep, it was good to get away from here for a while, but it’s also nice to be home. You guys headed out?” you inquired.
“We got a lead on something that can help us in the fight against Chuck, so we’re going to check it out,” Sam answered.
“Hang on, I’ll go swap out my dirty clothes for some clean ones so that I can go with you guys,” you replied.
Dean entered the library and heard you ask for them to wait for you. “Nope, we’re almost ready to go… we can’t wait for you. Besides, we need you to stay behind and entertain our ‘guests’,” he explained.
“What are you talking about, ‘guests’? And since when did I get demoted to the hostess around here?” you retorted. “I am a hunter, Dean, and I don't think it’s fair I should be left behind.”
“Listen, Princess, you just spent the weekend sitting around with the girls, gossiping and doing whatever else you girls do when you get together. Meanwhile, Sam and I have been trying to figure out a way to, oh, I don't know, SAVE THE FREAKIN’ WORLD FROM CHUCK,” Dean thundered.
You looked at him in shock, because you couldn’t believe he was saying. He’d practically escorted you to the car so you’d go on this weekend to Jody’s, saying you needed some time off. Now he was trying to throw that back in your face and use it against you?
“You’re an ass,” you spat out. You grabbed your bag, headed for your room and then slammed your door.
“Dude, what the hell?” Sam snapped. “You told her to go to Jody’s, almost had to push her out the door. She was going to stay home and research instead to help with the Chuck situation. Now you use it against her?”
Dean gave his brother a hard look. “Let’s go, Sam. We’re burning daylight.”
“Yeah. In a minute,” Sam said, as he walked down the hall to your door. He knocked but didn't hear an answer, so he tried the knob. It was locked.
"Go away, whoever you are!” you yelled. “I don't want to talk to anyone right now.”
“It’s me, Sam. I wanted to say goodbye before heading out.”
You unlocked the door and opened it enough to see that it indeed was Sam standing in the hall. “Goodbye, Sam,” you said, then tried to close the door again. But he wouldn’t let you.
"Listen, about these guests,” Sam explained. “They’re our counterparts from another Earth. Chuck destroyed their world, but they got out before getting killed. We won't be gone long... we just need to keep them out of trouble and off of Chuck’s radar until we get back.” He studied you for a moment. “Hey, did you do something to your hair at Jody’s this weekend? Looks nice,” he commented.
You smoothed your hand over your hair. “Thanks,” you muttered. “Yeah, someone -- Donna, I think -- convinced me I should put some golden highlights in my hair to catch Dean’s attention. I’ll have to call and tell her it didn't work.”
“Hey, I'm sorry that he acted that way to you,” Sam said. “It was uncalled for.”
"Thank you, but you don’t need to apologize for your brother. He should do that himself, but I’m not going to hold my breath. I’ve decided that I’m done trying to get him to notice anything about me. Whether I change my appearance, or how I’m feeling, if I’m happy or upset or whatever. I know he’ll never see me as more than a friend anyway.
“Doesn’t matter, though, because he’ll always hold my heart,” you broke off. “You’d better get going, Sam. Dean’s waiting, and you know how he doesn’t like to wait,” you said, smiling through your tears.
As you pushed Sam away from the door, he took your hand and pulled you out of your room and into a hug. “Take care. We’ll be back soon,” he said. As you broke apart, you patted Sam’s shoulder and sent him on his way.
Little did either of you know, Dean had overheard your entire conversation. He had gone back to his room for his phone charger and listened in as you poured your heart out to Sam. He hadn’t realized you felt this way about him. As he stood there, he started to ask himself about his own feelings.
When he got back to the garage, he noticed Sam was already in the passenger seat, ready to go. “Dean, I thought you were already in the car. What happened?” Sam asked.
“Went back to my room for my phone charger,” Dean muttered as he slid into the driver’s seat. The Impala's engine roared to life. Sam shrugged and settled in for the road trip.
******
As you passed through the war room, you saw two men who certainly looked like Sam and Dean. These must be the “guests” that I’m supposed to keep off of Chuck’s radar, you thought to yourself.
Both men were wearing flannel, blue jeans and boots. They both looked a little uncomfortable about it, but Alt!Sam looked the least comfortable of the two.
“I can’t believe they suggested that I do anything remotely as drastic as cutting my hair,” Alt!Sam muttered. You chuckled softly, which alerted them to your presence, so you introduced yourself. Alt!Sam nodded in your direction and raised his teacup in salute.
On the other hand, Alt!Dean looked like he’d seen a ghost. His feet were propped up on the table, and the laptop rested on his thighs. His eyes followed you as you left the war room. Alt!Dean scrambled out of his chair, nearly dropping the laptop on the floor, and rushed to get a better look at you.
In the kitchen, your search of the fridge turned up empty, and the pantry’s offerings were slim at best. You found some peanut butter and took out two slices of bread from the wrapper. As you moved throughout the kitchen, you were half-humming/half-singing the tune in your ears. Your hips swayed in time with the music as you spread the peanut butter. You didn't realize that Alt!Dean was watching your every move until you looked up. It caused you to drop the knife with a clatter.
Clutching your hand to your chest to slow your hammering heartbeat, you pulled the earbuds out of your ears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Alt!Dean said gently, holding up his hands in surrender.
“That’s all right. I was catching a quick snack. I didn’t realize it had been so long since I’d last eaten something,” you smiled. “Is there something I can help you with? I can make you a sandwich too, if you want, or did you need something else?” You realized you were rambling a bit.
“Oh, no, I don’t want to trouble you,” Alt!Dean quickly answered.
The silence between you was broken by the sound of a growling stomach, and it wasn’t yours. You looked at each other and grinned. “Here, please have this. I’ll make myself another,” you said as you pushed your plate towards Alt!Dean.
As you prepared another sandwich, Alt!Dean dug into the one you gave him. After the first bite, though, he paused and looked at you. “You are so much like her, you know. Your eyes, hair, voice. Your kindness, generosity, your gentle, caring nature. The way you sing in the kitchen,” he chuckled. “My brother and I are nothing like our counterparts from this universe. But you… the resemblance is remarkable.”
“She was your girlfriend?” you asked cautiously as you continued to make your sandwich.
“My wife. We’d been married for five years when I lost her in a hunting accident. Vampire,” he explained. “It’s been three years since I last saw her smile, heard her voice or her laughter. Since I held her hand,” Alt!Dean whispered. He reached for your hand, but you withdrew it out of nervousness. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable," he said quickly.
You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. “I’m the one who should apologize. I can’t imagine what it's like to lose someone you love the way you obviously loved her. It’s just… my relationship with the Dean from this world is complicated at best. He definitely doesn't see me in that way. He mainly sees me as a friend, if he even sees me at all,” you murmured, dropping your gaze to the floor.
Alt!Dean walked over and stood directly in front of you. He hooked his index finger under your chin and tilted it up to see tears streaming from your eyes. He gently wiped them away with his thumbs as he cupped your cheek. “If I had you, I’d never let you go. I would make sure you knew each and every day how much you were loved and cherished,” he replied.
He inched forward until your lips were almost touching. At the last second, you dropped your gaze again. “I… I can’t. As often as I’ve imagined this, and as much as I may want this, I would want it with ‘my’ Dean. The one from this universe,” you added with a small smile.
Alt!Dean returned your smile. “I understand. Thank you for being honest with me. Something else you have in common,” he winked and tapped the end of your nose.
“I have an idea, and it’ll take care of two things at once. Let’s go into town and get some groceries. I was only gone over the weekend, but my boys managed to run this place out of food. Come on!” you urged, taking Alt!Dean’s hand and going back to the war room where you'd left his brother. At first, Alt!Sam rolled his eyes, as if grocery shopping was beneath him, but when you promised to make fettuccine Alfredo, he changed his tune.
Read Part 2 here!
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