The Unrequited (Dean x Male Reader)

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You woke up with a start when you heard someone knock on the door. "Dean," You groaned and finally sat up when the knocking didn't stop. You sighed and looked around but Dean wasn't there. Everything in the room was pretty much the same as last night so you assumed he hadn't come home last night. You got up and walked to the door. You peaked through the peephole and saw that it was John. You fixed your hair and opened the door. 

"Morning," He said and walked inside, moving you aside with a nudge. You took a deep breath as suddenly your argument with Dean from yesterday came back to you. Could he have told John about it? Is that why John was here at... you looked at the sky before closing the door and the sun hadn't even risen yet.  It was still dawn outside which made you check your wristwatch. It was half-past four in the morning. "Where's Dean?" John asked, pulling you back from your thoughts. It did relieve you a little, that John didn't know where Dean was either so maybe he didn't rat you out after all. 

"He um..." You paused, thinking over whether you should tell him that Dean hasn't come home yet. You thought John would eventually figure out that you had an argument with Dean but before you could come to a decision, John turned around and you saw his face clearly now. Boy did he seem mad. You took a step back as he dashed towards and before you could even register his hand or dodge, he had slapped you. You almost lost your balance as you took to the cabinet next to the door for support to be able to stand. Your other hand moved to your cheek and you had to blink a couple of times just to see right. You felt the hit as the sensation slowly came back to your jaw. 

"Where is Dean?" He repeated and raised his hand threateningly. You immediately backed away and drew a sharp breath as your back hit the wall. You were in the corner and John was glaring at you now. 

"He- He didn't come home last night." You said and felt your legs tremble, partly from the aftershock and partly because you were really scared. John's glare and him having hit you made you realize how angry he really was. Even now, all you could think about was whether John had a gun on him now and whether he'd use it or not.

You closed your eyes and felt tears leaving your eyes as John walked closer. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt. "Why?" He growled and even though you had your eyes closed, you could feel his breath on you. 

You gulped, "I- I don't know, I swear I-" You couldn't continue as John slapped you again. He held your face in place after as he cupped your cheeks with his other hand.

"Why?" He asked again and you couldn't hold it anymore. Tears flowed down your face and you felt humiliated. It was the worst feeling, especially in front of John Winchester. You hadn't ever even cried in front of your dad, or anybody for that matter, and it made you feel like you had submitted and surrendered.

"We had an argument last night." You finally spoke. "I... I only suggested that we should be friends first inst- instead of jumping into anything and he-" You sniffled but John spoke up before you could continue. 

"And he got in bed with the first whore he could find at the end of the street." He said and pulled you from your collar and threw you across the room. You finally lost your balance and fell to the floor. You tried to get up but your legs just weren't cooperating. You looked back at John and your heart stopped for a second. He had his gun in his hand.

"Please," You practically begged, and this feeling actually made you consider whether dying would be the better option. "Please don't kill me." You said.

John narrowed his eyes before he looked at the gun at his hand and back at you. He chuckled but his countenance never really changed, his eyes still held the anger and disgust. "Oh, you think this is for you?" He said and tucked his gun back in the holster under his shirt. You felt your stomach churn as it finally hit you. The last threat and this... he hadn't meant to kill you. And that only left your dad. Even though you didn't really like him, he was still your dad and someone who had just gone down the wrong path and had been a victim of life.