You Got It!

A/N- Don't own Dean, Sam, or anything Supernatural related.

Dean's POV

I'll never forget the day I met her. She saved our asses during a job that involved a huge vampire nest and us charging in there without a real plan. Sam and I asked her to join us but she said that she preferred to work on her own.

Sammy and I ran into her a few more times. Eventually she decided to join us when she was hurt real bad during a job and we returned the favor and saved her ass. From then on, she went on hunts with us. However, she mostly worked on research because she was left in really bad shape after that last job.

After a short about of time of being on the same team together, she was like a little sister to Sammy. Her and I… Well, we teased and annoyed the hell out of each other but we were really close.

Every time Sam and I left to go on a hunt, she'd stand just outside the door that led to the bunker's garage and watch us get into the Impala. We always had the same exchange right before we left.

"Hey, Dean!" She called out.

"Yeah?" I stopped with one foot in the car and looked back to her.

"Go gank them sons of bitches." She said with a smirk on her face.

"You got it, sweetheart." I replied with a smirk of my own. With that I'd get in the car and Sam and I would head out.

"Dean…"

"Sammy…" I replied with a smirk and giving him a quick glance before turning back to the road.

"When are you gonna tell her?"

"Tell who what?" I said feigning innocence.

"You know who I'm talking about. When are you going to tell her how you feel? I know that she likes you too." I sighed slightly.

"I promise. I'll tell her when we get back."

And that I did.

However, our exchange never changed, all that was added was a hug and a kiss before I walked to the Impala. We did that for years. It got to the point where I thought Sammy's eyes would fall out of his head because after the third of fourth time, he would just roll his eyes at us.

One day it all changed. One bad hunt was all it took. We left her at the motel while Sam and I were out looking for the monster. The thing found her first.

When we found her, I ran over to her while Sam finished the bastard off. She was all bloodied up and had a huge gash in her side. Her breathing was heavy and shallow.

"Hey! Stay with me. You're gonna be alright. I'll get you to the Impala and have Sam stitch you up." I said pulling her close while trying to not further her injuries.

"Dean…" She said just above a whisper.

"Yeah?" I said trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"Go gank them sons of bitches." She said with a weak smirk on her face.

"You got it, sweetheart."

"I lo…ve… you…" She quietly and slowly said before her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing stopped.

15 years later…

Sammy and I were getting ready to leave and go on a hunt. Before we stepped in the Impala, someone caught our attention. Mary Ellen stood right outside the door that led into the garage.

"Hey, Dad!"

"Yeah?"

"Go gank them sons of bitches." She said with a smirk on her face.

My eyes widened when I heard that. I could feel my eyes starting to water. I looked over to Sam who had a similar expression. Being the responsible uncle he is, he would usually get on Mary about her language but I knew he was going to let this one slide.

This further proved that she looked just like me but had her mama's attitude.

I cleared my throat and gave her a smirk right back and said…

"You got it, sweetheart."

Thank you for reading!

Just thought I'd throw a quick one shot out there.
I have a few other projects that I'm working on so look forward to those...