Title - All Within My Hands

Pairings - AU!DeanXReader

Word Count – Chapter 1: 1,317

Warnings - TRIGGER WARNING! Domestic Violence, gun violence, fighting, cursing

Square filled - Neighbor AU

Chapter 1

Dean invited Y/N over to join him at his BBQ but knew her boyfriend, Chad, wasn't going to let her come over. More and more, the guy was starting to control her life, and Dean was getting sick of it. He and Y/N had been friends for years, long before this guy even came into her life. Now, Chad was taking control over every part of it, and Y/N seemed blind to it.

Sure, Dean would love to have had the chance to ask her out. His crush on his neighbor was something that Sam and Cas wouldn't quit giving him hell for. Their schedules just never seemed to work out that way. With him helping run Singer Salvage by adding the mechanic side, and Y/N being an emergency room doctor and constantly being on call, they had little time to see each other anyway.

"Chad came into the picture about two months ago," Y/N told him one evening when they had a chance meeting. She invited him over for leftovers and beers. "He was a resident for a while before realizing that he couldn't handle being in the emergency room. He asked, so we went out to dinner, and here we are."

Dean didn't like him, his blonde, shiny slicked-back hair, or his fancy foreign car that was always too loud coming into the driveway. There was just something about him that rubbed him the wrong way. And when Y/N introduced him to Dean, he didn't like the way his arm tightened around her shoulders in a possessive way. Or the glare in his eyes as he eyed Dean up and down. It made Dean narrow his eyes and size him up himself. He knew then this Chad was going to be a problem.

Like that very day. While he was hanging out in his backyard with his friends, enjoying some grilled meat and homemade potato salad that late summer day, Y/N was locked inside her home with Chad, and he swore he could hear them yelling.

"So, have you spilled your true feelings to her yet?" Sam asked as he brought his brother another beer. Dean glared at Sam.

"Have you asked your assistant Eileen out yet?" Dean asked back. Sam bitch-faced Dean and let out a huff as he dropped into a chair next to him.

"Touche," Sam said. "However, in my defense, I may have a no fraternization rule at the office." Dean turned and gave Sam a look that showed how much he didn't believe that.

"Dude, it's your law firm," he said. Sam frowned.

"Okay, fine. I haven't asked yet because I'm a chicken shit. What's your excuse?" Sam asked before taking a pull off his beer. Dean scowled and looked back over at his neighbor's house.

"Chad," he growled. Sam nodded, looking over at the house as well.

"What does she see in him?" he asked. Dean shrugs the question off.

"Hell, if I know, but I have my eye on him. With how many times we have women coming into the yard with requests to see if there are trackers and shit on their cars, put there by their crazy ex-boyfriends, I'm not ignoring this. It matches the training we ended up taking entirely too closely," Dean explained, glancing at his brother with a dark look. Sam understood the unspoken discussion all too easily and nodded.

"Great," Sam responded despondantly.

Hours later, while Dean was cleaning up his yard, a loud door slam caught his attention. He walked around to his side yard only to see Chad storming out of Y/N's house like a bull that had seen red. Before he was even at his car, the porch light had turned off. Chad whirled around and shouted at the house about being disrespected, stormed back to the front door, and started banging on it. Dean straightened and was about to move forward and give Chad a piece of his mind only to get distracted by movement in the back of Y/N's yard. Turning his head to look, he saw Y/N sneaking out the back of her house. She closed her back door quietly and turned to leave, catching Dean's eye.

Dean waved her over, and Y/N darted across the backyard. Dean looked over his shoulder to make sure Chad didn't see before rushing Y/N into his house. Once she was inside, he moved her to a room across the house, away from where the threat was. Once safe, Dean turned to her.

"What the hell is going on?" Dean asked her. Y/N shook her head.

"I don't know what his problem is, but he has gotten way out of hand and super controlling. I mean, way out of hand. He started forcing these rules on me and tried to tell me what I can and cannot do and… Just way out of line. I told him it's over. I'm not dealing with this crap and he flew off the handle," Y/N said while pacing the small bedroom. Dean's eyes narrowed into slits

"Did he hurt you?" Dean questioned; his voice hard. Y/N looked at him with an eye roll.

"No. Chad wouldn't hurt me, Dean," Y/N scoffed. Dean shook his head.

"Don't discount me, Y/N. Guys like that could very easily get violent when they realize they can't control you anymore," Dean explained. Y/N softened at that, realizing that he was worried. She shook her head.

"No, he hasn't ever raised a hand to me. I promise," Y/N said. "But I did tell him I didn't want to see him anymore. We've been fighting for hours. I finally got him to leave, and he just flipped out again. I was afraid he was going to break into the house, and I was going to go hide when I saw you."

"I don't like this. He's got a temper, and who knows what he's capable of," Dean muttered, shaking his head. Y/N sighed, wrapping her arms around herself.

"As soon as he's gone, I'll be out of your hair. I need to get to the hospital in a few hours anyway. If he stays there for long, I'll have to sneak out to the ER and use a set of scrubs I have at the hospital," Y/N said grumpily. Dean shook his head with a smirk and opened the top drawer to the dresser in the guest room they were standing in. Inside were a few different pairs of her scrubs, her small toiletry bag, and two pairs of her crocs. Y/N saw it and blushed.

"I thought I took all of my stuff back to my place after that New Year's Eve party a few years ago?" she asked. Dean shook his head.

"Always have to be prepared for my favorite lightweight who can't even make it to her house next door," Dean joked. Y/N walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. Dean's eyes widened in surprise; a gasp caught in his throat. He held his breath as she stayed close looking up at him, holding on to the scent of her perfume. They stared at each other for a long moment.

"You're my hero, you know that?" Y/N whispered, resting a hand against Dean's cheek. Dean was frozen, unable to say anything. It took all of his self-control to resist the urge to pull her against him and kiss the life out of her. He couldn't, wouldn't until she was free from the man trying to ruin her life. After another long moment, Y/N turned and went to the dresser, letting her hand run down his arm, grab him, and squeeze. Once Y/N had a set of scrubs to change into and went into the bathroom, Dean felt himself relax a little, exhaling slowly as he tried to get his heart to slow down a little.

The woman would be the death of him yet.