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I’m So Glad This is Real. (Part Two)

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Requested - Yes - @smokey102​ - Continuation of ‘Why Can’t This Be Real’ taking place during a year in the life.

It had been a long, long, road to get to where you were now but somehow the two of you had done it together. Sure there had been fights, what couple didn’t argue, and there had been a few close calls, though one time you had broke up for a week before realising how foolish the both of you had been.

“Honestly Dean! We’ve been dating since we were seventeen, you really don’t trust me?” You yelled at him from one side of the room.

“Of course I trust you, Y/N!” Dean yelled back, just as frustrated. It was finals week during your first year of Stanford. The stress was higher than ever and you had joined forces with another classmate to study and Dean had read too much into it. Looking back it was the stress of everything building up to this but in the moment it was impossible to think logically. “But you said it yourself, we’ve been together since we were kids! You can’t blame me for thinking you’d want to explore something else.” Hearing those words you glared at Dean.

“Maybe it’s not me who wants to explore.” You said, voice low and cold as you shouldered your way past him. He gently took your wrist in his hand but let go when you pulled away.

“Y/N, you know that’s not what I want or meant. I love you for God sake.” He pleaded as you touched the door handled.

“Don’t call me” You said before walking out the door and crashing at your friends dorm for the week.

After finals you and Dean finally met up, talking and laughing and apologising.

Yeah, you thought, safe to say college was a stressful time.

The two of you visited Stars Hollow during most holidays but during your third year at college the pair of you decided to try hosting Christmas. Clara and Dean’s parents came whereas yours had to travel to see extended family, something you weren’t too worried about missing.

“Dean!” You laughed as you saw the man standing over the burning vegetables. “What did you even do?”

“Stop laughing and help me.” Dean pouted, looking hopelessly down at the broccoli that definitely wasn’t green anymore, nor were the carrots orange.

“Hand it over, sugar. You focus on the mash.” You couldn’t help but laugh again at the weary look Dean gave between you and the potatoes waiting to be mashed. “C’mon, even you can mash some potatoes.”

You restarted the vegetables, missing the loving smile Dean gave you from his corner of the kitchen as he watched you dance around the kitchen with the cheesy Christmas music blaring from the speaker.

He knew then and there he’d be the biggest idiot ever to lose you.

Overtime the two of you had gotten better at hosting parties for different occasions, Dean even eventually learned to cook vegetables without burning them, though the one time he was left in charge of the turkey, well lets just say it’s a good thing you had the foresight to buy a spare.

Graduating from Stanford was something to be proud of in itself. Graduating top of your class was a whole other accomplishment. Dean had hugged you close as he whispered praises and kind words into your hair, kissing you softly and taking you out for one of your favourite dates that you’d ever been on.

Well you definitely thought nothing could beat it at the time but that’s a memory for later.

“I am so proud of you, sweetheart.” Dean whispered as he held you to his chest were you’d sagged out of shock. You were a hard worker but never once did you think you’d be the best in your classes at Stanford!

Dean had told you he was taking you out to the new restaurant that had opened not too far from your home. You were beyond excited as you slipped on one of your nicest outfits.

“You look gorgeous.” Dean said as he came into the bedroom, sliding his arms around your waist.

“Yeah?” You said turning around in his hold, looking him up and down. “Don’t look too bad yourself, sugar.” He grinned down at you before pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“You ready?” He asked and you nodded, kissing him once more before letting him pull you out of the apartment and towards the car.

There was one night you remember clearer than most. You’d been rejected for yet another job, hating the one you were at now but having to persevere until another opportunity came along.

You walked through the door before closing it and just leaning against it, letting your head fall back with a loud thud. Tears that you desperately didn’t want to fall welled up in your eyes as Dean popped his head around the living room door.

“Another rough day?” He asked you, sympathy clear in his eyes.

You just nodded tiredly from where you were. Dean sighed before standing up and walking over to you, taking you into his arms and kissing your forehead softly.

“C’mere baby, I got something that’ll cheer you up.” He told you causing you to look up at him questioningly. His only response was to kiss you before pulling you into the living room, stopping when you paused in the hallway.

The room was covered in blankets and throws, fairy lights were visible from the outside and there was a small opening being held by a pillow in which you could see the TV on with your favourite film ready to play and your favourite comfort food lay waiting for you.

“Dean.” You choked out, a few tears leaving your eyes as you turned to look at him.

“I thought you could use a break.” He told you quietly. You quickly threw yours arms around his neck, standing slightly on your toes to do so. Dean smiled brightly as he rested his head on yours before prompting you into the fort.

You two spent the rest of the night watching each others favourite films again, laughing and smiling the entire time.

It had taken awhile but both you and Dean were finally doing what you loved. You had somehow landed your dream job when you ended up at a party for your old job and accidentally met the boss, wowing him with your knowledge. Dean was working as a mechanic working on vintage cars, it would be a few years but eventually the boss would hand the business over to his best employee.

The best date came after the two of you had moved into a house together, leaving behind the apartment that had become your home and into an actual house. Dean had told you to meet him at the park at six pm, the park was quiet anyway but by then it was practically empty. You dressed appropriately as the autumn chill set in and made your way down to meet Dean.

You gasped as you took in the fairy lights hung from the tress and the picnic basket that Dean was sat next to. Upon hearing your gasp Dean looked up and smiled at you.

“Y/N!” He beamed, standing up and kissing you in greeting.

“Hi baby, what’s this?” You asked as he led you to the blanket. You both sat and Dean started laying food out for the two of you.

“Am I not allowed to take the girl I love out on a date?” He asked sarcastically with a grin.

The two of you laughed. The food was ate but you noticed over the course of the meal Dean had become more nervous. Once you were finished you couldn’t help but ask if everything was alright.

“Yeah, everything’s perfect.” He told you as he wiped his hands on his pants. “It’s just, I love you. We’ve been together for eight years, you’ve been there to help me at Stanford, sat with me when I felt like the world was going to swallow me up and honestly, baby, I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you. I try and it’s just impossible. I love you so much and well I guess what I’m trying to say, or well ask, is will you marry me?”

You were shocked speechless for a moment or two before Dean prompted you to speak. 

Tackling him to the floor from your seated position you let tears of joy roll down your face as you chanted ‘yes.’ You heard Dean laughing, felt his own tears fall down his face before he pulled you back enough to were he could see you.

“Is that a yes that?” He asked, smiling cheekily despite the tears.

“Yes, you idiot.” You laughed, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to leave?” You heard your fiancé call out as he walked into the house.

“Come help me please?” You yelled back at him from upstairs. Dean smiled as he followed the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow as he saw you sat on top of a suite case trying to zip it shut.

“Y/N, we’re going for a weekend!” Dean laughed as he pulled you up off the suitcase.

“And?” You asked. Kissing him in greeting before looking back towards the case.

“And do you really need all this stuff?” You looked up and saw him glancing at your case and the overnight bag.

“Yes, I do, now are you going to help me shut it or are you going to question me?”

“Both.” He laughed. It took more tries than either of you were bothered to count but eventually the case was closed and the two of you were in Dean’s car and on your way to Stars Hollow.

It was a long drive but finally the two of you pulled up at Dean’s parents house. Greetings were gave but it wasn’t long before everyone retired to bed, the drive exhausting both of you.

You and Dean were cuddled up in his childhood bed, tucked close together whispering quiet words between you and it wasn’t long until you both drifted off to sleep.

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Dean had left to go to the store and you had taken the opportunity to go to Luke’s. Memories bombarded you as you walked through the door and you couldn’t help but smile at them all, from agreeing to fake date Dean to arguing with Jess.

“Y/N!” Luke greeted as you walked to the counter.

“Hi Luke.” You smiled and watched his eyes flicker to the ring on your finger that definitely wasn’t there during your last visit.

“So, he finally asked, huh?” Was all Luke said. You never noticed Lorelai sitting a few seats down at the counter looking over in interest.

“He finally asked.” You confirmed, Luke smiling at the love struck look on your face.

“Good, bout time he popped that question. Know any details yet?” He asked sliding your drinks over.

“Thanks. And no, honestly work has been stressful, the last thing I want to do is plan a wedding.” You groaned the smile never leaving your face.

“Yeah, can’t say I blame you.” Luke chuckled before excusing himself to see to another customer.

“Congratulations.” You looked in surprise to see Lorelai smiling softly at you.

“Oh, thank you.” You smiled back.

“Can I see it?” She asked gesturing to the ring and you showed her. The two of you immediately going into how Dean had asked and gushing over it, Luke smiling over at the girl he’d known since she was as tall as his knees.

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Dean rounded the corner not paying much attention as he did before he crashed into somebody. He quickly reached out to steady them.

“Oh sorry.” He heard the voice of the girl who he hadn’t seen for years. Since they’d both left for college it was rare for them to be in Stars Hollow at the same time.

“Hey.” He greeted as he took in Rory, the pair hugging as Rory told him how good it was to see him.

“What are you doing in Stars Hollow?” She asked him.

“I’m just visiting my parents for the weekend.” He smiled.

“That’s nice.”

“It’s very nice,” Dean began “we’re actually here because Y/N and I got engaged.” He told her with the same grin he’d always had when talking about you.

“You’re engaged? Dean, congratulations, I’m so happy for you.” She exclaimed, drawing him in for another hug.

“Yeah, thank you.” He laughed.

“How is Y/N?”

“She’s great, she got the job she’s wanted for so long. They’re thinking of promoting her again and yeah, she’s, she’s really amazing.” Dean told her.

“I’m really happy for you, Dean.” The pair smiled at each other for a moment before speaking about the rest of their family, Rory asking about Clara and Dean asking about Lorelai.

“It’s her first love, it’ll probably…” Rory trailed off and the two stood in an awkward silence for less than a moment before Dean spoke.

“Yeah, I know.” Despite the awkwardness he still smiled at her. She was his first love after all and without her who knows where he and Y/N would be now.

“How’re you doing?” Dean asked, not wanting to dwell on the past.

“Me?” She asked, not waiting for an answer, “I’m doing ok.”

“Just ok?” Dean asked, concern in his voice.

“Well things are changing for me at the moment, I’m still trying to figure it out. I’m writing a book.” She announced.

“Well, you’ve read em all so what else you gonna do?” He asked with a chuckle.

“It’s actually about my mom and me and our life.” She nodded at Dean’s questioning response.

“Can I put you in it?” Rory asked. Dean looked confused for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

“Um…” He trailed off and Rory cut in before he could make a decision.

“I mean I’m changing the name to protect the guilty but you’d know it’s you.” She spoke, hoping the man she had once loved would agree.

“Uhm, I uh, I don’t know. What’re you gonna say?” He asked her, not shutting the idea down straight away but not fully loving the idea. Who knows what Rory could write about him.

“That you were the greatest boyfriend alive.” Was the first thing you heard Rory say as you walked into Doose’s with two take out cups, you could see Dean from over the shelves and debated joining them before deciding it was best to just let them talk. She wasn’t wrong about Dean being the greatest boyfriend though, she just hadn’t appreciated it enough at the time, not that you were complaining, you thought looking down at the ring on your finger before pressing your hand to your stomach.

“That you were um, generous and protective and kind and strong and as much as I wish we'd met when I was older and more mature, I know that if I hadn't had you with met when I did I wouldn’t be the person I am today. That you taught me what safe feels like.” Rory’s words were honest and you found yourself relating, safe was wherever Dean was, home was wherever Dean was.

“Ok.” Was Dean’s only response and though you wanted to go to him you knew he needed this.

“And that you had a disturbing obsession with Lord of the Rings-” Boy did you know that all too well, “that you did a terrible Sméagol impression…” Here she was cut off by a laughing Dean, in his defence the impression had gotten slightly better over the years.

“It was not terrible. It was pretty damn good. There were hand gestures.” Like you said, only slightly better.

“I know, I remember. I remember it all really well.” She laughed with him.

“Good luck with the book.” Dean told her softly.

“Thank you.”

“Dean!” She called. “Corn-starch.”

“Pay for it this time.” Dean chuckled before turning away and spotting you. You smiled at him and held a cup in his direction.

“Hey.” He kissed you in greeting and the two of you headed to the gazebo before taking a seat on the steps.

“She’s writing a book?” You confirmed.

“A book.” Dean nodded, playing with the cup in his hands.

“Well she got one thing right. You are the best boyfriend alive.” You laughed, Dean quickly leaning over and kissing you.

“So you want some news?” You asked staring ahead as the two of you stood up.

“News?” Dean asked in confusion. You turned to look at him, smiling nervously and playing with one of his hands.

“You’re gonna be a dad.” It took a few moments for the words to sink in before a grin broke out on the mans face. He took you into his arms and spun you around before placing you down and cupping your face with one hand.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked.

“I’m pregnant.” You confirmed and he pulled you in for a kiss, deepening it quickly. You wrapped you arms around his neck and when the two of you pulled back panting and grinning, you knew this was it, you couldn’t think of any other way you wanted to spend your lives.

No Kissing at the Counter

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Prompts -  Can you do a fluffy Dean Forester x reader?

You let out a sigh as you collapsed into a chair at Luke’s. The entire day had just gone from bad to worse in a matter of hours, starting with your alarm not going off causing you to over sleep and then a fight with your parents that caused you to storm out without the books you needed and then you’d received not one but two surprise tests that would affect your overall grade and you had just known you’d done terrible in. Then at lunch there was the regular high school drama that you had somehow been dragged in to before you could get away to the library and your class just before lunch had announced there would be a group assignment. Those were the worst, you ended up taking control and doing the entire assignment alone and putting the others names on it otherwise you knew without a doubt your grades would plummet.

You were glad to get a few moments alone and sat with your head in your arms for a second before sitting up straight.

“Rough day?” A gruff voice asked.

“Understatement.” You sighed, looking up at Luke who wore a sympathetic look.

“The regular then?” He asked and you nodded, thanking him as he walked away.

Being in Luke’s had always managed to calm you down, the atmosphere of the place worked to soothe your anxiety and troubles and in here with the smell of food, coffee, tea and hot chocolate you could forget about the world beyond those doors.

“On the house.” Luke said, a hint of a smile on his face, as he set your regular drink down and a muffin which you hadn’t ordered. You told him as much.

“Yeah, well, you look like you could use it.” He said before walking off.

“Thank you!” You called to him but he just waved a tea towel in your direction.

You had managed to drink half your drink and eat your muffin in peace before you were interrupted by a tall kid. You recognised him as the new kid from Chicago but couldn’t place his name, though you had heard about how supposedly dreamy he was from most girls in school.

“Um, hi.” He said as he approached your table hesitantly.

“Hi?” You asked, looking up at him.

You could see what all those girls had meant when they called him dreamy. He was the perfect poster boy for a high school crush, tall, fit, probably played sport. The hair looked perfect for running your fingers through and his smile made him look adorable.

“I’m Dean.” He introduced himself, taking a step closer. “I missed class today but I stopped by after school to get the work and Miss Collins told me that we’re partners for an assignment.” You barely held in your sigh, the entire day had been exhausting and now you had to talk about this assignment rather than do what you wanted to do which was sit alone in Luke’s for half an hour more before going home and collapsing in to bed. Instead of doing any of that though, you smiled and gestured to the seat across from you.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself as he sat down and beamed at you. Even you had to admit it was a pretty smile. “So, I already made a plan up for what we could do but I’m open to suggestions.” You lied. You had spent your break in the library once you finished up in the cafeteria and made a plan for yourself, believing that your group partner would bail on you.

You watched as Dean read over your work, eyes scanning every bit of the page before he looked back up at you.

“This is great.” He told you, “You pick whatever bits you’re happy to do and I’ll take the rest.” Dean told you causing your eyebrows to shoot up. Never in your many years in the education system had someone actually offered to do the work with you, by now you had a reputation of taking over so much so that people wanted to work with you just so they could slack off. “I’m guessing not a lot of people make that offer.” Dean prompted with a laugh.

“The complete opposite actually, they tend to expect me to do the work, which I do because I care about my grades and college is important to me.” You told him, causing him to nod.

The two of you sat together and went over the schedule you had produced, going through who wanted to take each sub topic and dividing the work amongst you. Luke had stopped by to swap out your cold drink for a new one and gave Dean a coffee.

Eventually Dean had to excuse himself as he had work. Your eyes widened as you realised, you’d been sat there for an hour and a half, the schedule long complete and the two of you moving on to talk that was not school related. The two of you had gotten to know each other, you knew he had a sister and why they had moved to small town Stars Hollow, he knew you couldn’t wait to leave and go to college, though you would miss Luke’s. You spoke of your favourite shows, books and music without realising how much time had passed.

“I liked hanging out with you, Y/N.” And the way he said your name made you smile softly in a way you couldn’t recall doing before.

“Me too.” You told him and meant it. It had been a while since you had actually enjoyed spending time with someone your age, finding most of them too immature or too concerned with their image. You liked to be by yourself but something about Dean made you want to spend more time with him.

“Maybe we can meet here tomorrow after school?” He asked shyly, reaching up to brush his hair behind his ear causing your smile to grow.

“Yeah, that’d be good.” You told him, concerned by how true those words were.

The two of you said your goodbyes and you watched as he walked out of Luke’s. Identical smiles playing on both your faces.

“Seriously, that guy?” You jumped when you heard Luke snort from next to you as he began cleaning the cups away and you scooped your papers into your bag.

“What do you mean that guy?” You asked with an eye roll, “There is no that guy, we’re partners on an assignment.” You told him as you stood up, swinging your bag onto your shoulder.

“Whatever you say, kid.” Luke laughed as you left throwing a goodbye over your shoulder.

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And so it went with you and Dean meeting each other after school. The meetings went from every other day to finish the assignment, though admittedly that got pushed to the side after an hour of work and the two of you ended up talking about one another, to daily occurrences. The two of you would meet up after school and walk over to Luke’s to enjoy each other’s company. The two of you sat in there for hours and if it wasn’t for Dean’s shift at the market or your shift at Luke’s where you actually had to work and ‘not sit and talk to the pretty boy’ according to Luke, then the two of you would’ve stayed there for the whole night.

At some point you started spending time at Dean’s house and him at yours. The two of you had movie nights and were content to relax in each other’s company, either enjoying the peaceful silence or asking five hundred questions as the movies played, forgotten in the background.

“This is so bad; how do you watch it?” You laughed as you leaned against him. The two of you were laying on his bed as he played some movie you’d long forgotten the name off. All you knew was there were badly edited monsters and a whole lot of goo.

“What are you talking about?” He exclaimed with a grin, “This is a masterpiece!”

“Dean, I can see the microphone in the corner of the screen and I’m pretty sure that’s a stick that is moving the monster in the other corner.” You continued to laugh as he shoved you and grumbled under his breath.

“Fine, fine.” He said, stretching until he grabbed the remote and handed it to you. “You pick something but please God do not put another film like the one you had on the other day.” He begged you with his puppy dog eyes.

“First of all, that was a classic and I’m shocked you’ve never seen it.” You said as you pointed the remote at him causing him to grin. “Secondly, shush.”

You quickly put on a random movie, both of you admitting you hadn’t seen it before. Dean lay down slightly, shifting as he got comfortable, and you didn’t hesitate before laying your head on his chest and cuddling close to him.

“Hey.” He whispered half way through the movie. The two of you were laying fully on the bed now, rather than just reclined, and the room was dark, the only light coming from the tv.

“Hey.” You whispered back, watching as he lifted a hand to your face and felt as he brushed a strand of your hair away.

“Y/N, I really like you.” Dean confessed into the darkness. You could see him biting his lip, his eyes wide as he resembled a puppy, nervously awaiting your response.

You smiled and lifted your hand to rest on the one that was cupping your cheek. You felt him tense and then relax and your hand didn’t push his away.

“I really like you too.” You admitted, butterflies dancing madly in your stomach. You watched as Dean’s face lit up, a smile playing on his lips before he leaned forward. You leaned in too but stopped when he did.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked in a whisper and all you could do was nod before he brought your lips together in a soft kiss.

It was your first, but definitely not the last for that night, kiss. It felt like all the clichés rolled together, fireworks, butterflies, nobody else in the world, all of them described the kiss perfectly.

“Will you please be my girlfriend?” He asked as he played with your hair, bringing you in for another kiss. You managed to breath a ‘yes’ out before he kissed you again and again.

That night the two of you fell asleep with wide smiles and bruised lips.

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You and Dean walked into Luke’s the next afternoon just after school had finished hand in hand with matching smiles. As you entered Luke looked between your locked hands and rolled his eyes at both of you as you sat at the counter.

“So, you two finally realised you’ve been dating for months?” Luke asked as he started on your drinks. You rolled your eyes and Dean laughed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess we did.” He answered before leaning down to kiss you.

“Hey, no kissing at the counter.” Luke interrupted as he turned around to give you your drinks causing you to laugh against Dean.

“Technically that’s not a rule.” You said pointing to his list of rules with a smirk.

You watched as Luke scowled at you but you could see the hint of happiness behind it.

“I say it’s a rule, it’s a rule.” He told you, pointing a finger at you causing you to raise your hands in surrender.

“No kissing at the counter.” You agreed with a laugh.

You and Dean stayed at the counter for an hour, laughing and talking before Dean had to go to work. Since tomorrow was Saturday the two of you decided it was the perfect time for a first date, though apparently it wasn’t technically the first as you had both been dating for months before realising. Dean told you he’d pick you up tomorrow at 12 before giving you a kiss and leaving.

“No kissing at the counter!” You and Luke shouted at the same time causing Dean to laugh his way out of the door.

You watched as he left with a smile on your face before turning to Luke who was smiling at you.

“I’m happy for you, kid.” He told you honestly.

“Thank you.” You smiled before getting up to get ready for work, already thinking about what Dean had planned for tomorrow.