I wanted to do a little two-three part Demon!Dean fic for those of us who love him when he's all sexy and bad.

Hope you enjoy ;)

Don't own Supternatural!

"WildFlowers."

Part 1

I was waiting patiently for Sam to get back from the grocery store with my chocolate cake, but a gal can only wait so long, ya know?

My small feet were bare, and since it was only Sam and I now, I decided to forgo pants altogether. He didn't seem to mind, and honestly, I didn't really care anymore.

Our dynamic trio had dwindled down to a distant duo since Dean left; when I say left, of course I mean since he'd turned into a demon. Sam and I had been trying as hard as we could to either find him or forget.

I know full well no one can ever forget Dean Winchester.

Well, I wanted to forget. Sam wanted to find Dean.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was pretty sure that was a lost cause.

Sam was the best friend I'd had in a long while. He'd discovered me in the middle of the apocalypse, and for some reason, him and Dean had decided I was worthy of their knowledge. Together they taught me all I would ever need to know about the supernatural, (which was a lot, I tell ya), but now that was all over. I didn't want to hunt without Dean...I didn't want to do much of anything without Dean, but how could I tell Sammy that?

I had faith in him, and we're family.

That's what you do for family.

You stand beside them, even when deep down, it kills you.

At least that's what I tell Cas when he pesters me about telling Sammy how I truly feel.

It was dusk, the pretty sun falling below the cloud line, the vast colors painting the sky beautiful as another day ended.

As I made my way towards my bedroom in the bunker we called home, I passed by Dean's room for the millionth time. So many memories were made in here; late movie nights, research crams, so many small moments that painted a much larger, more meaningful picture. Now it was dark, cold; it lacked his usual warmth.

Hell, our entire lives lacked his warmth now.

Sammy and I were drowning, and there was nothing I could to stop our sinking ship.

"Dean, Dean, my lima bean," I whispered as I stepped into the room that was only bound to make me feel even more lost. The light flickered slightly as I pushed the door open all the way, my fingers fell onto a chair. One of his old shirts was strewn across the wooden back of it, and his scent still lingered on the grey material. I clutched it in my small hand and brought it to my face, hoping that his scent would ease some of the pain, but no matter how many times I did this it never left me.

A few of his old Rock Cd's littered the top of his small night stand and I turned them over, reading the titles of songs I'd heard and sang a million times. I hadn't been a big fan at first, but one of the few times Dean ever looked actually happy was when it was the three of us against the world, singing along with AC/DC.

He was the glue.

Now, me and Sammy are just two parts of a well-oiled machine that don't fit together.

Dean was one of my best friends, and all I wanted, was for him to know that we still loved him.

But he didn't care.

He wasn't Dean anymore, and honestly, maybe it was better that way. Maybe this was better. Now all of his pain was gone, all of his suffering, and if Sammy and I could just...move on, Dean could still walk the earth.

I knew Sammy didn't agree, but I would rather have Dean somewhere on this earth, than have to kill him, and watch that light fade from his eyes one more time.

I couldn't watch that man die ever again.

As the moon slithered into the night sky, I sighed and sat down on the empty bed that used to house my missing piece.

"I miss you, ya old man," I whispered with a small smile. He'd never know; he wouldn't know that I mourned him, or that when he'd died in front of me, my very first thought was that I wouldn't ever get to tell him that I loved him.

Wholly, implicitly; without any strings attached.

I loved his person, his soul, I loved his being.

He was it for me.

Now what?

Now what do I do?

My head fell back against his pillows for the hundredth time this month, and I closed my eyes, willing myself to relax. Sammy would be here soon and my void wouldn't feel so big.

If only that were true.

Dean's shirt fell onto the bed beside me as I sucked in a deep breath. My mind began to wander, as it always did when I laid in this bed, and memories sparked to life behind my eyes.

"Hand me that socket wrench, and don't drop it in the oil pan this time, butterfingers," Dean called to me over his shoulder. I scoffed and thought about smacking him over the head with wrench, but he'd kill me.

Most likely, very literally.

"You should let me show you how to do this, ya know. You may need it someday," Dean said as I slid a pair of sunglasses over my eyes. It was one of the few days we had off, and I had decided to enjoy my time sunbathing- why not? I was a woman, and on occasion I was known to entertain a male companion or two. Sure, Dean and Sam always bitched and moaned about it, but they were no virgins.

"Dean, that's what I have you for. To make sure things don't bump up into my undercarriage," I said nonchalantly as I slid another dollop of oil over my chest and sighed contentedly. He rolled his eyes ( I could practically hear his attitude) and sat back on his haunches, staring at me with those intense green eyes.

"Woman, laziness ain't becomin' of ya." I tried to bite back my laugh but, instead, I sat up in my lawn chair and smirked at him.

"I wasn't being lazy when I baked ya that pie last week."

"Well, now see that's diff-,"

"Or when I did all of your laundry just two days ago."

"Damn it, that stuff is-,"

"Or when I singlehandedly did all the research and discovered the last four cases we've successfully finished," I spat.

Slowly yet surely that signature grin slid onto Dean's face and he chuckled. He shook the wrench he was holding towards me and dropped it onto the ground before he stood and wiped his hands on a filthy bandana.

"Fine. So ya ain't lazy- I take it back," Dean acquiesced. I smiled triumphantly and slid my sunglasses back to their rightful place on my nose and nodded my head.

"Good, now be a dear and hand me a beer."

He placed his hands on his hips and canted his head at me.

"I'll give ya a beer if you let me teach you one thing about fixin' your own car."

That day, Dean taught me how to change the oil in a car.

"Dean! Damn, come on. Those are my favorite pair!," I called, chasing after him with a towel wrapped around me. Dean wiggled my panties at me from across the kitchen, the island separating us. I scowled and shook my wet hair.

"Come on, I gotta get ready for my date! Give me my lucky panties!," I yelled, stomping my feet. Sam shook his head in disgust and snatched my undies from Dean's grasp tossing them to me. Dean whined, frowning at Sammy.

"Bitch! You're no fun," He shot at Sammy before he turned back to me.

"You better watch that sweet ass, little girl. No funny shit tonight, ya got it? I better get a text lettin' us know you're okay."

Dean left no room for argument.

He never did.

He was Dean.

He cared about me more than he would ever let on.

"You jealous, Winchester?," I smirked, tucking the purple panties into the crook of my arm. He snorted and shook his head, but you could see the merriment in his eyes.

"Just lookin' out for ya, man. Don't get all emotional on me."

I rolled my eyes and blew him a kiss before heading back towards my bedroom, swinging my panties around on one finger.

That night Dean saved me from getting my throat slit.

I still owed him for that one.

I owed him for a lot.

My eyes opened when I heard the front door open and close.

"Sammy, you better have some alcohol in those bags!," I called. His laughter met my ears and I slid from Dean's bed, closing the door behind me softly as I met Sam in the kitchen. He kissed the top of my head and handed me a small bottle of the good stuff- Jaeger- my favorite. Of course, I was partial to tequila as well, but that didn't matter none. He knew me well enough to know I wouldn't complain

"What were ya doin'?," He asked me casually, but I know he knew.

"Missin'Dean."

"Thought you wanted to forget."

"Yes. No. I don't know, shit. I just want him home," I admitted. Sam sighed and nodded, putting away each small package he pulled from the plastic bags before him.

He's sad.

Fuck, fix it.

"Sammy, I'm gonna help you. Find him," I said softly.

Not what I meant to say...

"Fuck, ya mean it? You will?"

His smile was the only answer you needed, because that's what you did when you loved someone.

That's what you did for family, and as much as I didn't want to risk what Sammy and I had, Dean meant more.

He was worth more.