Married to a Moose (a supernatural imagine fanfic)

Chapter 20- Lies

You are sitting next to Dean at the table helping him look through some books, when suddenly Sam tells you both that he's going 'out'.

"What the heck is that supposed to mean Sam?" Dean asks, concerned.

"I just need to pick up some things. I'll be back in a little bit."

You brush it off and he leaves. He does this for a couple days before you realize what he's doing. He's going out to get more demon blood to feed his addiction. He continuously sneaks out for hours at a time to do this, and you let him go until you can come up with a way to stop him.

Sam had just left. You have been seeing changes in Sam. He is getting irritable all the time and has been less interested in talking to you. You are sitting at the table across from Dean trying to focus on the lore. You can't help the silent tears that begin to fall from your face.

"Dean, I know I ask this a lot, an I know I cry a lot, but can I talk to you?"

"Hey, why are you crying? Of course you can talk to me."

"Dean, I'm just upset that Sam keeps going off to get more demon blood and there's nothing we can do about it. I'm noticing all the changes. I'm tired of my relationship spinning out of control."

"I'm sorry you're dealing with this stuff, and as much as I don't want to have to say this, but you wouldn't be sitting here crying if you had picked me."

"Excuse you!" You shout at him. "I love Sam. I'm happy to be his wife regardless of what we go through. And I thought you were ok with me marrying him."

"I am ok with you two being married, but Have you noticed how many times you've come to me since you two got married? A lot."

"Yeah, but even you said we were meant to be together."

"That's what I thought at the time. Now, I'm not so sure."

"I don't know Dean." You say, starting to take his comment into consideration. Dean might be right.

"Look, I'm not trying to be mean. I know you two love each other. I just think it's pathetic of him to treat you how he has and not even care that leaving to go get high on the demon blood hurts you. You deserve to be loved and respected. You deserve to be happy. You are an amazing girl (y/n) and I just want you to be happy that's all."

" I know Dean. I just don't know what to do anymore." You say as he wraps you in a hug.

"I can't tell you what to do with your life, but I'm here to help you with anything. Ok (y/n)?"

"Ok." You say, looking him in the eyes to see his genuineness. He releases you from his hug and puts his hands on your face. He pulls you in closer, and leans in for a kiss. You try to avoid the inclination to lean in as well, but your emotions are so strong. You almost kiss each other, but you catch yourself. You abruptly walk away.

"Uhh, I'm sorry." Dean says feeling very disappointed.

" I love you Dean, but it's just not right. I promised to be Sam's always and forever. I can't break that promise."

" I get it. I wish you could kiss me, but I'm not gonna hold it against you. Don't worry about that."

"Dean, although I'm not gonna kiss you and we aren't going any farther with this, but I need to tell you something."

"What's that (y/n)?"

"I owe you a huge thank you. You have been so amazing to me Dean. I know you don't really like that I picked him and everything, but you have been so understanding. You have valued me as a person so much and you have been here for me for everything Sam and I go through, and for that, I will be forever grateful."

"No need to thank me (y/n). I'm always here for you."

"And I'm here for you Dean. Don't think that just because you want to be strong for me and Sammy, that that means you can't talk about anything you're going through or how you feel about something." "And Dean," you say as you start to walk to your room, "I'm sorry about the kiss. I'm not trying to be mean."

"I know I can come to you. And seriously, don't worry about it."

"I'm gonna go climb in bed. It's getting late. Tell Sammy to come in when he gets home. He and I have some serious talking to do." Dean gives you a nod, and you head to bed.