He Will Be Loved

Chapter 10: No More Games

Summary: After killing a nest of vamps with Dean and Loki, Y/N turns to Dean to apologize. Will he forgive you and want to be together? Will he reject you and turn away? READ ON FOR THE FINAL CHAPTER!

Warnings: Fighting, Angst, Heartbreak, Fluff

Word Count: 1,534

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A/N: LAST CHAPTER FOR NOW! Stay tuned for the epilogue! I'm looking for more suggestions for writing! If you have any requests for a series or one-shot, shoot me a message! THANK YOU ALL FOR READING MY FIRST SERIES ON HERE! The support I have gotten from you all has really helped boost my confidence to keep sharing my writing! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Chapter 10: No More Games

"Excuse me!" You exclaimed. "I just saved your ass, Dean!"

"And nearly got yourself killed in the process!" He flung his hands out to the sides. "If Loki wasn't here, you could have been turned or dead!"

"Then it's a good thing he was here! Because if I didn't make it, those vamps would have sucked you dry like a Capri Sun in the hands of a toddler!"

"Go to Hell," He growled.

"I'm not just here for the vamps, Dean." You softened your tone and swallowed hard, trying to fight back the tears that had surfaced with the sting of his words. "I came here to talk to you."

"Well you shouldn't have." He glared at you, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes behind anger. "I don't have anything left to say to you, Y/N. You've hurt me one too many times, and I refuse to fall for it again. Go home."

"Dean, please, just listen to me," You pleaded, taking a step toward him. The floorboards creaked loud against his silence. The tears began to fall freely onto your cheeks. "I'm sorry. I fucked up. Breaking up after prom, when I let you walk away from me after my parents funeral, when I hid from you for five years, when I pushed you away back at the motel. I should have never fought what I feel for you. And those things I said to you. I. Fucked. Up."

He let out a heavy sigh and turned on his heel, walking for the front door. Desperation kicked in, and you sprinted around him and threw your arms across the doorway, blocking access to the path out.

"I thought I was protecting my heart by staying away, Dean. But I was wrong." You were full on sobbing now as the panic of losing him sank deeper within you. "My heart has never been mine to protect. I didn't see it before, but you take it with you everywhere you go. Every time you leave, it stops beating until I see you again."

You paused for a moment, trying to catch your breath, then pushed on. "I am in love with you, Dean. I have been since we were kids. Through happiness and grief, strength and weakness, I have loved you. I love you with everything I have, every breath I take, every goddamn day, and I'm done pretending otherwise."

He stood there, frozen, his face unreadable as he processed the information.

"I understand if you hate me, but I just needed you to know how truly sorry I am for fighting it all these years. I also wanted you to know that I will never hurt you again, and if you'll ever have me again, I'm yours. No more running and hiding, no more games. Whether you want the hunter's life or that Apple Pie life, I'll be with you. And if not, I'll just have to live with the fact that I screwed up the best thing I've ever had in my life." You side stepped out of his way, leaving the doorway unblocked.