Mr. E
Day Three: Anonymous Love Letters
Authors note: Title read out loud should help make sense, my idea of being clever. Hoping you like, I am actually now a day ahead of the challenge! Wooot! Was gonna make it a story a day but then I realized if I do that my crossovers are going to be even more delayed. Once more Dean/Cass because they are really my only ship on Supernatural (because their canon); sex isn't required relationships hence why only hints found here. Onwards to the story, again not AU.
~~~mr.e~~~
Dean remembered the shock he had when he had gotten the first letter, it was a simple white standard letter with his name and the bunkers address. The handwriting wasn't something he could recognize, he knew his father's Yoda scrawl; Sam's was nice, neat, and tidy . While those described in part the hand written it was more. Kevin was a little manic with his writing but then again that was mostly his notes. His other writing showed a focus on his study but more at ease than Sam's and the envelopes. Bobby was scratched, Rufus, Jo, Ellen, and Ash all wrote in the same haste like these would be the last words they ever write. Lisa and Charlie's was more girly and he couldn't think of anyone else that would send him a letter.
Sure some of those names were well past dead but things happened, pre-paid arrangements came to an end after a while. Nothing was over until you were dead, it had become the Winchester's slogan over the years. The second thing that was a little bothersome about the letter was its location. It had been on the kitchen table when he woke, Sam had pointed to it.
"Delivery I guess," coffee in hand, "not sure who from." Sam didn't even seem that fazed with the fact that there was a random letter appearing in their heavily fortified magical bunker.
"Already out on your run then." Dean assumed figuring it had been at the front of an entrance, he knew Sam ran the perimeter in the morning to ensure everything was sealed up safe and sound. It was reassure and perhaps Dean did the same inside while Sam ran outside. Neither really talked about it but the letter was offsetting to the normal they had.
"Nope, it was right there," Sam said followed by a yawn that he didn't bother to cover with a hand. He took a large drink of his coffee as Dean avoided the letter and went to get a cup of coffee before attempting to let his brain work out the little mystery letter.
"That's odd," Dean commented bringing the cup up to his nose and inhaling the bitter smell of the watered down beans.
"Yeah, gonna open it?" Sam asked pushing on past and they both knew it was like a two on the scale of weird in their lives.
"Not yet, got things to do and if its some type of curse I'd rather have a shower and put on real clothes first.
"Don't be so crazy, I'm sure its nothing like that. Open it." He prodded and Dean looked over to his brother, his eyes narrowing at him.
"What's up with you," he was pushing the letter and way to perky this morning, normally Sam had run and was in work mode, Dean had almost forgotten this part of the waking process, when Sam was normally a crabby bitch.
"Nothing, just wanna know who sent it. Aren't you the little bit curious."
"Sure but I also can wait, unlike you Samantha I have patience with the small things." They both paused and watched each other drink their coffee's, eyes darting to the letter every so often. The words range true and let Dean wake up in peace. He had always been the first to rush in during a fight but after the fact, back in the real life. That was were Dean took on the defensive, like he always said humans were just fucked. Demons and monsters he could understand, they were evil but humans. They were sneaky; Dean had learnt that hard lesson one to many times over the years.
He shook himself out of his thoughts, he didn't want to dwell on years gone past, he turned out decent if he could say so himself. The proof was in Sam; while the boy had his faults Dean felt overall he did a good job helping to raise him. He was wandering again and he looked up at Sam again and sighed.
"Stop the puppy eyes," he stated pushing his empty cup towards the letter then snatched it from its current spot. He held it up for a moment then frowned, "gonna go get ready for the day," he pushed from the table and made it back down the hall. Moving into his room he reached for his mp3 player and plugged it into the base unit for a boost. Flicking on a playlist he set about his morning routine.
As he got ready he let himself start to drift with the music, thinking a little about the letter but really just relaxing into the morning. Before the shower he did a fifteen minute intense work-out that left him sweating. He swiped the back of his arm over his forehead taking care of most of the sweat. He turned the water on as he stripped, making quick work of the shower he jumped back out and toweled off and got dressed finally for the day. Relaxed but decent enough to move if needed during a fight. Dean knew he had a lot of enemies and would treat the letter as a threat.
He knew he was over-reacting, the possibilities were like less than one percent but still he had to be careful and really waiting to read probably a gut wrenching letter alone seemed like a great idea to him. Since that was probably what it would end up being and he didn't want Sammy there when he read it the first time.
He gathered the letter and change to another playlist that he used when reading to keep Sam out of the room. It worked wonders and Dean smirked to himself as he collected the letter and moved to the chair he had by the door, He hadn't used it outside of reading and while the room had space he left it where it was, it seemed just right for whatever reason he had. He sighed softly and unsealed the letter in one quick movement, he held himself from holding it away from his body like a bomb as he reached in and pulled out the single piece of paper. It weighted more than that and he wondered what the secret was, perhaps it was special paper as the weight left the envelope as he removed the sheet.
Unfolding it he noted that the writing was the same as that on the white envelope, that wasn't a shock and he carefully let the paper rest open in his lap before picking it up a few minutes later to read it.
Presented To Dea
To Dean
For Dear
Dean;
You will find no name at the end of this letter-Dean huffed like he was really shocked at that , like this could be a good thing but instead of tossing it away the comfortable weight in his hands made him read on. –that is simply because I do not wish you to feel pressured by the words I will write here. –Dean winced what was going on, confused he pushed on. –I plead with you to read each and every word and believe in the truth I write.
Dean paused there for a moment, if he committed he read the entire thing, no stopping and no regret. At least he hoped not and then willing to push any further reaction away until the end he set back into the chair and started to read again.
I know it will be hard to read this but you need to know that you are an amazing person, you are kind, courteous, generous, protective, clever, and so much more. You showcase everything that you are every day. Willing to put your life before others without thinking, you put your entire soul into every step of your day, from making breakfast for those around you or saving an innocent life.
I wanted you to know that while you might not think that much of yourself I think the world of you. You are worth a million stars and I cannot think of anything I would not do for you. I strive to keep you safe and happy but not everything goes as planned. I regret a lot of things over the years but never our friendship and relationship whatever it might have been or will be in the future.
I hope you are smiling when you read this but I know you are frowning and doubt already the words you are reading but I remind you what I said at the start of this letter. –I plead with you to read each and every word and believer in the truth I write. – I know you have read every word; you are a man of your own. Believing is just harder for you, belief always has been a problem for you.
You like things you can touch which is why I offer you the weight of my true words written on a paper for your believe.
~Yours
While Dean had almost dropped the letter at the beginning of it he held onto it looking down. He could feel the frown on his face that the mystery writer had predicted and that was enough to bring a very slight smile to his lips. Then he thought back to the last line, the weight of true words. That smelt of magic or something similar to it. Dean frowned slightly not knowing if this really was a good thing or not.
What if this was a crazy stalker thing, Dean didn't want to think that the words in the letter were not in a threatening manner, rather just truthful. Which was almost worse, this was un-walked territory for him. He didn't have people just write him a bunch of nice things and not expect something in return. He frowned again and set the letter aside and moved over to turn the playlist off.
He needed to ask Sam if this was his doing, he wouldn't rest until he knew if this was another prank war or something like that. He gathered the note maybe Sam got someone else to write it or took a class or something. Who knows with nerdy geek mix brother's, he made his way to the library which is where Sam normally was if there wasn't a case or hurt member.
Marching in he tossed the paper down in front of his brother, "is this your idea of a prank?" he demanded the weight leaving his hands and falling into his brothers. The man looked up surprised and in that second Dean held back the urge to snatch it back from his brother. It was clear he didn't expect a normal piece of paper and Dean thought to who else it could be. Why didn't they sign their names, was it someone horrible. Someone he hated? He frowned at that thinking of any baddies he really could say he hung out with.
When he started to do the count he realized it actually was quite a few; Vampires, Demons, Were-wolf's (kinda), Reapers, Angels, Pagan Gods (kinda), Arch-Angels- more than Dean was willing to admit and he felt his hand shake slightly. He claimed the seat across from his brother as he read it over and he hummed after reading it. He handed it back to Dean and then leaded back in his chair.
"I didn't do this Dean, it seems like the real deal."
"I know-"
"You okay?" he looked up then and found a smile on his lips for his brother.
"I will be, I just. Why not sign their name?"
"Maybe they don't know you as well as they believe they do."
"Yeah, maybe…"the silence is dragged out as Dean's fingers trace over random words enjoying the nice weight in his hands.
"Do you really doubt the words there?" Sam asked and Dean could only think Sammy with that tone a young child that Dean was helping to raise. Dean couldn't meet his eyes and lie so he didn't look but he also didn't open his mouth to speak up either. He couldn't even deny it when Sam was looking at him. Didn't Sam not already know this? Hell , Dad had figured it out and adjusted to work with it. After all Sam seemed to complain enough about his self-destructive attitude.
"Whatever, I'm gonna go for a walk."
"Why don't you write back?" Sam said cutting off whatever else Dean was about to announce and Dean felt his nose wrinkling at the suggestion and shook his head.
"While you think you live In a chick flick world, I do not. No, just no Sam. I am not writing and staring something with a person that thinks I'm too shallow or whatever to like them face to face. Clearly nothing's going to happen, drop it."
Sam dropped it, Dean put the letter in the top middle drawer of his desk. The letters didn't stop there, they just got shorter and more direct. The weight was always present and it was always the same weight no matter how long or short the letter was.
You are honest ~Yours
Your ability to adapt is breathtaking, Two hunts ago you were alone and cornered but managed to convince both your enemies that they were backstabbers. It was your charm that convinced them. Believe that you are good, everyone else every evil creatures see it. ~Yours
You are smart ~Yours
You once told me 'it gets better'. So I pass along these good words from a close and dear friend. It gets better. ~Yours
Talked your way out of a police jail cell without a single piece of ID, wit behold. ~Yours
It went on for months and months, the letter ranging from three words to three pages and Dean was almost starting to believe it. It was until the letter late summer arrived that he knew it was time to act. It was the heaviest of all the letters and he knew that this would change everything.
Dean,
You seem to be at ease of late and I hope that I had a small part of this, or at least in part by these letters if not myself. I regret to tell you that this will be my last letter. I wish this could go on but to weight of writing has been greater than I foresaw. However there is so much left unsaid and I will try to summarize as well as I can.
I respect you above all our close friends and family, perhaps it is unfair of me to hold you above the expectations of the others but I have gotten to know you. How you joke away a tear when you are watching your TV shows or movies. How focused you get on a good book you are ready, wishing you could talk to someone. I hope you will, reach out and talk. Make connections with those around you, you never know when they will leave you.
We have both fought, bleed, and died for what you believe in because you are right. You embody human nature, it's a fantastic thing to see and I wouldn't give anything to not see it at least once in my life. You are a gift to the world and I hope one day you can at least learn to love yourself a portion of what I love you.
You have risen above everything put in your path and nothing will stop you when you have your friends and family. Dean, please if nothing else take that no matter what you have done you are a good man. Spend some time on you, you have earned it. Saved the world at least twice now so please take a break when you want one.
Remember you are loved, take care.
Now and Forever:
~Yours
Dean didn't have anything to say, he didn't even know how to reaction at the moment, that came later on when he had re-read it a few more times. Only, like ten or so.
It was then that he hoped it would work in reverse, he figured believe would help it out a great deal. He pulled out a sheet of paper and pen. Licking his lips he started to write, tossing out his first few attempts before he stopped and let himself think about it for a few moments.
It was hard to write to anyone possible, it helped to think about the letters as a person and try and stay away from pronouns. Shouldn't be too hard. He set out to try for hopefully the final time.
Mr.E
My Mother (Mary if you didn't know already…I'm sure you do…) always told me you needed to do a nice thank you for all of your notes. Really I should do one for each but that is something I would rather do in person. Now that I have done that, the real reason for this letter. I have stood back and let you pour your heart out hoping that you would give me a hint or a name.
I know you meant well but you just made it worse, it makes me realize I am probably right and you are something supernatural too worried to approach me. I wouldn't approach me, you make it clear that while your words are nice, conversation is never offered at least not to my knowledge. Do you not understand what you tempt someone with, your talk of love and peace. Finding calm in the world to help others, why offer it but never mean to actually let me share it with you.
It was cruel, but I wouldn't change it for a second. I just wish we could have gotten to know each other better in real life then maybe the name at the top wouldn't be a Mystery but rather Mine. Think about that.
If its something you want all I need is a name.
~Dean
~Your Dean
~Yours
~
Dean looked at the unsigned for the most part letter. He didn't know what to put, anything he thought of needed to be said it couldn't be written and read anyway the person wanted to take it. It wouldn't work that way, not this time. He sighed softly and licked his lips, he puzzled over it for a few minutes before he folded the paper up and into an envelope from the last letters Dean received and flipped the letter over and wrote out in clear words hoping this word.
RETURN TO SENDER
He placed the letter on the end of his bed and watched as it disappeared from sight. Well that seemed to work, he nodded and knew it was done and now all he could do was wait.
He waited for three weeks, three long weeks that he was being held by Abaddon and the trouble makers she was recruiting. She had threatened a great deal but never ended up doing too much, never taking his meat suit. That was all he could have asked for, it was a dream come true that it was reality. Sam, Kevin, Charlie, and Castiel stormed the building to save him.
It wasn't the best op but it worked for what it was needed for, Sam and Cass dragging Dean away from the prison he had known. He heard sorrys and he wanted to wave his hand but he doubted that the arm moved at his command. He couldn't really speak at the moment either and he found himself being loaded into the impala.
The next time he woke he was at the bunker finally and he felt a tension release from his shoulders and he turned his head to see Castiel sitting in his reading chair.
"H'y,"Dean tried to talk and managed slightly.
"Hello Dean, I am glad you are finally awake."
"Me too Cass, where is everyone?"
"Resting we have been watching you in shifts, how are you feeling.."
"Like a mac truck ran me over, and I have experience in that department." He warned holding up a finger and a smile and the Angel actually smiled back. It shocked Dean to drop the smile from his and looked at his friend again. "Something different Cas." It wasn't so much a question or demand as a simple inquiry.
"I think we should wait to talk when you are healed fully."
"How about no, I have missed you please I need you," Dean picked at one of his fingers before finishing the hanging sentence. "- to distract me."
"I am yours." Castiel stated simply to him and Dean's eyes widened and he looked up to meet the Angel's eyes.
"Cass?"
"Dean."
END