You avoided both Dean and John like the plague for the two days you were off, not wanting to go into detail about the undercover case with Dean and you didn't know what to say or how to react around John.
By the time the new week started the case had become old news, so you managed to dodge that bullet were Dean was concerned. No new cases had come up yet then either, so your interactions with John could be limited without seeming odd. One thing you found odd though, was that John seemed to be coming around the apartment a lot more often than usual these days.
Thursday Evening
You had just finished up with the day's reports when John walked over to your desk. "You ready to go?" Removing your gun from the desk draw, you furrow your brows at him in question.
"It's Thursday" John answers your silent question. "Uh... Yeah, I'm gonna have to pass on Pub night" you tell him.
With a tilt of the head, John narrows his eyes at you, "is something wrong?"
Rubbing at your temple, you quickly come up with a lie, "yeah... feels like I have a migraine on the way."
John frowns in concern at your response, "you shouldn't be driving then. Come on, I'll take you home."
"No!" you almost jump out of your seat in a panic. John eyes seem to narrow even more then by your reaction to his offer.
Realizing your mistake, you quickly compose yourself, rubbing at your temple a bit harder. "Um, what I mean; is that it's not that bad yet. I can feel it coming but I'm still ok to drive myself home."
"Ok..." John responds, "be safe on your way then and let me know once you're home."
Grabbing your bag, you flash him a faint smile, "will do."
You were lazily lounging about in the living-room; snacking on ice-cream while watching tv, when your phone's message alert went off. Looking at the screen, you see that it was from John. Grimacing at the phone, you decide to ignore it and enjoy your personal time instead.
An hour later, you got up to grab some more snacks and check your phone once again.
Upon opening it, you found two more text messages from John, as well as a missed call. The text were of him asking whether you had made it home safely, how you were feeling and lastly; why weren't you responding.
"Since when is he so concerned about me?" you frown at the phone in surprised confusion. Shrugging if off, you head back to your spot in the lounge.
It was after 10pm when you heard the front door being unlocked, lifting your head up from the couch; you were surprised to see Dean dragging a yet again drunk John through the door.
Getting up from the couch, you raise a brow at Dean, "Again?"
"Hey..." Dean greets you, "thought you were sick."
"Uh, yeah. Took a migraine cocktail and slept it off, decided to veg in front of the tv a bit then after" you lied to Dean, immediately you change the topic thereafter. "You're back even earlier than last week..."
"About that..." Dean flashes you a huge grin, "could you take care of him please. I kind of have someone waiting downstairs in the car."
"Rolling your eyes at Dean, you nod, taking hold of John from him, "go before I change my mind."
"Thanks" Dean gives you a huge smile, "owe you one!" he calls out shutting the door behind him.
"Jesus, you're heavy..." you mutter leading John to the couch, his responds; a soft moan while you had to basically drag his ass.
Just as you finally reached the couch; you let out a loud cry of panic as John shifted his weight, causing you to trip over both his and your feet. You gasp out in shock as you fall back first onto the couch with John landing on top of you.
"Fuck" you groan out at the weight of John lying on top of you, while attempting to get out from underneath him, "I take it back... you ain't heavy, you're fucking heavy!"
Realizing that your technique in trying to get out from underneath him was a lost cause, you had no choice but to wake him up. "John..." you tap him on the shoulder, "wake up."
John response; a low moan as he burrows his face into the side of your neck. You attempt a second try, this time lightly slapping his cheek, "John. Wake up!"
John lets out a heavy groan, his weight shifting on top of you as he raises his head to stare into your face. "Hi... baby..." John goofily grins down at you in his drunken state.
Caught off-guard for a second, you instantly shake it off; believing that John was mistaking you for someone else. John, you need to get up so I can get out from underneath you..." you groan out in frustration at the position you were in as you tried to push him off of you.
Almost innocently, John tilts his head, frowning down at you, "why?" pressing you further into the couch, he goes back to burrowing his face into your neck. "This is very comfortable right now..." John mumbles, pressing kisses into your neck, "you're so warm and soft..."
"John..." your breath hitches in your throat as he lazily nipped at your flesh. "You have to stop. You're drunk and you do-" your words suddenly turn into a moan when John slid the strap of your nightgown down, taking a nipple into his mouth.
Fuck. You shut your eyes closed in pleasure as you buried your fingers deep into John's hair, holding onto his head while he paid close attention to your breasts with his mouth.
You were so lost in the moment that you never even noticed when John had released himself from his pants nor when he slid your panties to the side. Your eyes suddenly snap open as you gasp out in surprise when John enters you with a hard thrust of his hips. Your nails digging deep into his scalp at the force of it as he groans out against your chest in pleasure.
The Next Day
Stepping out of the shower, you wipe clear the steam clouded mirror; your eyes immediately landing on the marks on your neck left by John the night before. "Great..." you grumble out to yourself. If the chances of you possibly being pregnant wasn't high before, it definitely was even more so now.
After getting dressed and covering your neck with makeup; you knew Dean would immediately pickup the marks and questions would be asked, head out of the bedroom to check on your 'guest'.
"Heading straight for the kitchen, you begin making breakfast; you know both Winchester men would be in disparate need of caffeine in order to be functional. You were busy at the stove when the sound of Dean's bedroom door opening was heard. "Morning..." Dean yawned out in greeting, immediately heading for the coffee.
"Sup..." you raise the spatula in your hand in greeting, "wake up 'sleeping beauty' will ya."
"K..." Dean lets out another yawn, heading with two coffee cups to the living-room.
"Here you go" you sit a plate down in front of John. "Thanks" he mutters, pinching at the bridge of his nose; clearly feeling the aftermath of last night's drinking.
"I'll drop you off at the pub to get your car so that you can go home to change" you offer John once breakfast was done.
"Maybe you should leave fresh clothes over here for the next time" Dean snickers at his father's predicament, John glares at him in response.
The drive to the pub was a weirdly quite one, you weren't sure of how to place John's behaviour of this morning compared to that of the night before; it was almost as if what happened between the two of you never happened at all.
Your attention was on the road as you drove, yet your curiosity of wanting to know John's take about last night was weighing heavy over you; deciding to bite the bullet, you casually remark. "You ok over there?"
"Mhmm..." John hums out, eyes closed as he rested his head back against the car set.
Sneaking a side peek at him, you push further. "You really went hard on the liquor last night, didn't ya." John groans in response. "So... remember much about the night?"
One eye pops open as John turns to look at you, "honestly..." he pauses for second to think, "last thing I remember; is Dean taking me to your place."
"Ok..." so he doesn't remember that the two of you had sex last night. Not sure on how to react to that realization, you drop the topic instantly and continue the rest of the drive in silences.
John let out a heavy sigh as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, "you're a real ASSHOLE , John Winchester" he whispered to his reflection. The guilt of having lied to Y/N weighing heavily on his conscience.
"At first when he had woken up this morning, John had believed the happenings of last night to be a dream. But once he had gotten up and noticed the fastenings of his pants were undone and the flashbacks had hit full force and clearly; John knew then it wasn't a dream at all.
Truth was; John felt like he had forced you into the situation and for that reason only he had lied about not remembering at all, the shame of what he had done was too much to admit his wrong doing.
The other times you guys had sex was something that was easily explained without John admitting his feeling for you but last night's, couldn't be, not without either having to admit the truth to you or having to use the excuse that he was drunk. So, in order to prevent any conflict; John decided to pretend that he couldn't remember anything about it instead.
"A total ASSHOLE..." John shakes his head in disappointment at his reflection one last time before leaving the bathroom to finish getting ready for work.
Following Thursday Evening
After the third week of avoiding Pub night, you ran out of excuses and therefore had to eventually cave in and go.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" Dean stares at you bug-eyed as you sipped the glass of juice you had ordered.
Furrowing your brows at him in confusion, you set the glass down. "What do you mean?"
"You're drinking a glass of juice..." Dean points at your glass, "but without the Vodka."
"Oh..." you pause a bit to think of a response, "I'm on a detox diet, so staying away from alcohol for a bit."
Dean looks at you as if you were an alien or something, "you're usually drinking grown men under the table and now you're suddenly not touching a drop of alcohol? That's weird..."
Chuckling at his logic, you respond, "Girl's gotta look after herself..."
"So, how are things going at work?" Sam starts getting the conversation flowing.
"Ee..." Dean shrugs in response, "only had two cases drop on my desk this week, so it's been mostly quiet."
There's a long pause after that, looking up from your glass; you then realise Dean and Sam were looking to either you or John to continue. "Oh" you snap into attention when John doesn't respond; his attention seeming somewhere else as he blankly stared into the glass of Whiskey in front of him.
"A few small busts here and there but nothing major" you reply, "how's things going your side of the world?"
"Same old, same old" Same shrugs and you nod at him in understanding.
"Everything ok, Dad?" Dean looks at John, "you're being pretty quiet over there."
"Huh? Looking up from his glass and realizing all eyes were directed at him, John faintly smiles, "just spaced out for a sec."
"Probably deciding on whether you should choose the blonde or the red head" Dean winks, referring to the group of women eyeing them from across the room.
John lets out a deep chuckle and you drop your head then, focusing instead on your drink once again. Of course, he is. Same old story every week. You disappointedly think to yourself.
Looking at your watch, you noticed that the first hour had already passed; which meant 'booty call' hour would soon be approaching. Not wanting to witness the agonizing torture of John leaving with one of those women, you decide to make your departure first.
Grabbing your bag, you take some money and place it on the table, "guys, I think I'm going to call it an early night."
"What... so soon already?" Dean looks up at you a bit surprised as you put your jacket on.
"Yeah, feeling a bit tired" you lie.
"That's because you were drinking that crap instead of your usual" Dean points to your half empty juice glass.
You scrunch your noise and stick your tongue out at him, "whatever, dickhead."
"But I'm your dickhead..." Dean grins up at you.
You chuckle, tousling his hair up with your fingers, "that ya are..." Looking towards John then, you notice his narrowed gaze as he silently watched up you. "Uh..." your gaze drops for a second as you try to compose yourself, lifting it back up you faintly smile at them, "goodnight fellas."
Next Morning
You were sitting at the kitchen counter, eating breakfast while you went through work on your laptop. "Morning..." Dean yawns out upon entering, heading straight for the coffee as usual of course.
"Sup" you throw a peace sign up in the air while you continued to concentrate on your work, "breakfast's in the microwave."
"Thanks" Dean yawns out once again, lazily scratching at his waist.
"Dean takes a seat and pause what you were doing to look at him then, "I'm surprised that we didn't have a 'guest' last night."
"I didn't stick around that long after you left" Dean replies, "grabbed myself the brunette and hightailed it out of there before he got heavy into the liquor."
"Oh" you blink in surprise.
"Yeah, I think when I left, he was still contemplating on either the blonde or the red head" Dean snickered. "But if he chose to drink himself into a stupider again instead, either way; he was Sam problem last night."
You silently nod at him in response and turn your attention back at what you had been doing.
As the day's went by, you found being around John had became even more unbearable than usual. As if having to work with him wasn't hard enough; he had started making the habit of dropping by the apartment to spend time with Dean a lot more than usual.
The only consolation you had; was that no new major cases had come up that required the expertise of both John and you. Which meant that you wouldn't be thrown into another undercover case anytime soon, giving you at least that little bit of breathing space.
Thursday Evening
"Ya still on that detox diet?" Dean raises a brow at your glass of juice.
"Yeah" you chuckle at his fascial expression, raising the glass in the air "here's to trying to get healthy..."
"I think it's very admirable that you're doing it" Sam defends you against Dean.
"Thanks, Sam" you faintly smile at his remark. Not like I can just come out and say; the reason why I'm not drinking is because I might be pregnant. You silently think to yourself.
Sometime later during the evening; Dean nudges your side to get your attention, "what?" you glare at him in annoyance.
"Looks like you have an admire..." Dean bounces his brows suggestively at you, referring to the guy that was staring at the table from across the room.
"Phew- yeah right" you roll your eyes at Dean.
"C'mon... why not?" Dean pushes, "when last have you even been on a date?"
"I'm perfectly fine as I am..." you reply.
"Yeah right" Dean mumbles in response, sipping at his drink, "bet ya haven't gotten laid in ages..."
You gasp out in slight embracement at Dean's remark, but your reaction wasn't as bad as John's; who had ended up spitting his drink out all over Dean.
"Eww... Dad!" Dean whines out, wiping the liquid off his face and shirt.
"Serves ya right" you cackle out at his state, while John still continued on to cough as if choking on air.
"You ok there, Dad?" Sam pats John on the back to help him.
"Yeah" John waves his hand about trying to get Sam to stop, "yeah, I'm fine." He turns his attention to Dean, "Dean, I don't really think that's any of your business."
"Why not?" Dean responds in earnest, "she knows about all my hook ups."
"That's because you tell me about them" you answer, "even when I don't want to know about it."
"Well, you're my big SIS..." Dean states with a shrug, "whom else am I going to tell about them?"
"Maybe me?" Sam answers looking a little offended.
"Oh, oh! Don't look now!" Dean suddenly taps on your shoulder like a teenager, "your admirer's coming this way!"
Annoyed at Dean's childish behaviour, you swat his hands off your shoulders; which ended up with the two of you having a hand swatting war. The battle between Dean and you was soon interrupted by the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat beside you.
Freezing in mid-air swat, you turn around to face the person, "hi..." you grin at him, eyes big as you try to think of what to do next.
"I hope I'm not interrupting?" the man asks.
"Um..." you blink at him, lost at words for a second, "no... No, you're not."
The man smiles at your response, "would you mind if I bought you a drink then?"
"She'd love it!" Dean answers for you with a smirk, "but she's on a detox diet, so it'll have to be juice."
"That's fine by me" the man chuckles, "do you come here often?" he then starts making small conversation with you.
Deciding not to be rude, you respond with a smile, "we're here every Thursday to destress from work."
"Cool..." the man smiles at you, "what kind of work do you do?"
"Myself, Dean..." you then point to Dean, "and John..." you suddenly pause when you notice the narrowed glare you were getting from John but choose to ignore it instead, "um... we're cops and Sam is a lawyer."
"Cool" the guy smirks jokingly, "so if I ever get arrested, I can ask for you then?"
"Hahaha..." you chuckle, "doubt it would work, but you can try."
Becoming frustrated at having to watch Y/N and another guy hitting it off, John excuses himself to head for the restroom.
As he exited out of the restroom, John was abruptly stopped by an attractive blonde that looked to be in her late thirties. "Hi there handsome..." she twirled a strand of hair with an index finger, staring flirtishly up at him.
At first John was going to politely decline her but then he noticed Y/N was watching the two them at that moment. "Say... would you like to join me at my table?" John flashes his dimples at the blonde. Let's see if she likes it when the tables are turned. John silently smirks to himself as he leads the blonde back to their table.
With furrowed brows, you watched as John walked back over to the table with the blonde that had approached him, deciding that you definitely did not want to be around any interactions between those two; you turn towards your admirer, "How about a dance?" and just as John and his latest hook up reaches the table, you grab the hand of your admirer and drag him off to the dance floor.
"Seems like Y/N/N and her admirer are hitting it off" Dean smirks at them as they dance to the slow music playing.
"Yeah, this is the first time in long time that I've seen her accept someone's attention" Sam smiles.
"Looks like someone's getting lucky tonight..." Dean snickers, "guess the itch was getting too strong."
John was silently seething with jealously as he watched Y/N dancing with the other man, paying no attention at all to what the blonde next to him was babbling on about.
"Oh! Oh! Look!" Dean taps Sam on the arm in excitement, "someone's getting fresh over there" he smirks, eyes bouncing suggestively as the man's hands drop lower onto Y/N's ass. John suddenly slams his opens palms hard onto the table.
"Whoa..." Dean looks at his father in surprised confusion, "you ok there, Dad?"
"Ahem..." John clears his throat to compose himself, "just had a leg cramp" he tries to wave things off.
The music stops, Y/N broadly smiles and laughs at the man as they make their way back to the table. Fuck this shit. John scowls at their interactions, grabbing money from his wallet to pay for his drinks; taking hold of the blonde's hand and dragging her along with him out the Pub.
"Guess the itch got him too" you hear Dean remark when you reach the table. Frowning at the statement, your mood was completely destroyed after having confirmed what you thought when you saw John leaving with the blonde.
Not wanting to be where you were at the moment anymore, you thanked your admirer for the company and bid everyone a goodnight.
During your drive home, you couldn't help but suddenly begin to start crying as your mind drifted to thoughts of what John must be doing with that blonde right now. How could someone that you loved so much, make you feel so miserable?
As the days went by after that night things between John and yourself seemed to become distant, he started treating you coldly; only interacting with you if necessary and plain out ignoring you otherwise.
Things had gotten so bad that you completely stopped going to Pub night's, always coming up with some excuse as to why you couldn't make it. Not that it was a loss for you, watching John with other women on a regular basis was too much to handle and you really didn't the energy to pretend to be enjoying yourself when all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry.
It had even come to a point where Sam had sent you a text to ask if everything was ok between John and you; it seem that John had started becoming visibly pissed each time your name was mentioned during Pub night's. You, not wanting to let it be known that he was the reason behind your absence from those night's, of course lied to Sam; saying everything was perfectly fine and that you either had too much to do or weren't feeling well.
It's not like you could say; no, things between your father and I are not ok. That watching him hooking up with other women was slowly killing you, especially after the two of you had slept together multiple times now. No, things weren't ok, because he was threating you like shit and was being a complete asshole towards you. No, you couldn't do that, your misery was yours and yours alone.
Eventually you couldn't handle the situation with John anymore after he had openly snapped at you one day at work. Coming to the realization that things were not going to improve with John's attitude towards you, you made the decision to go to your Captain and ask for to be reassigned a new partner.
Word must have finally gotten around that 'the magical duo' were longer together, when one evening Dean came home and he asked you about it.
"Hey" Dean greeted you, dropping his keys on the counter as he took a seat.
"Sup" you returned the greeting as you prepared dinner for the two of you.
"Ahem..." Dean clears his throat, "so... I heard Dad and you got assigned new partners."
"You suddenly pause what you were doing, taking a deep breath; you head to the refrigerator to grab a beer. "Yeah... we did" you respond, placing the beer in front of Dean, "Captain wanted your father to take the new rookie under his wing, so he decided to partner me with Jones."
You felt like a complete asshole lying to your best friend, but it wasn't entirely a lie. The Captain did assign the rookie to John for those reasons, but it was you that had put the idea forth to him when you had asked for a new partner. You had also begged him not to let it be known that you had personally asked for the change, luckily for you the Captain had seen how John was treating you and gladly agreed to it all.
"Oh" Dean nods in understanding, "for a second there I thought; Dad and you fighting or something."
"Nope..." you plastered on a fake smile, "everything's fine..."
"Good" Dean sighs in relief, "couldn't have two of the three most important people in life hating each other."
This time with a genuine smile, you tousle Dean's hair, "aww... love you, dickhead..."
"Love you too, dumbass" Dean smiles up at you