𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

#3 Dean Winchester

Warnings: None

"And have you ever heard of arrhythmia?"

"No, not really, it's a heart thing, right?"

"Correct. Causes can be anything, stress and anxiety, drug and alcohol abuse, some cases have proven to be even genetic. Your heartbeat is irregular, it's hard to make predictions of what you need to do and what you need to stay away from."

You and Dean pulled into the empty hunter's cabin, while Dean shook your arm to wake you up.

"We're here," he said.

"That didn't take long," you yawned.

"Yeah, well let's see how long it takes San to get our message," he replied.

Dean was finally back from purgatory. After almost a year of hell, pain, and suffering, things seemed better. Except for not being able to find Kevin.

You had hoped Sam had some sort of lead, it had been months since you last talked to him.

"It's really been months since you talked to him last?" Dean asked.

"We both agreed to go our own ways. It worked out for the best," you knew you were lying, but Dean couldn't tell.

The last conversation you had with Sam ran through your heart clearly.

"He's dead, (Y/N)! There's nothing else we can fucking do!"

"We didn't find a body, he is still out there, he needs our help!"

It had been months since then, feeling longer. Your diagnosis was only 5 months ago and it felt like 30 years.

You never could find the exact cause, you were stressed because Dean was gone, because you were stressed you tried to drink away your worries. Drinking only led to more pain and problems, which you solved by taking more drugs.

Now you were a complete mess, and no one else knew what was going on. You didn't know how to tell Dean.

"Well, you look worse than me and I went to purgatory," Dean tried to joke as you scoffed.

"I'm just tired. You should go to sleep, I'll be on the lookout," you replied.

"You sure you're okay, kid?" Dean frowned.

"Firstly, not kid. I'm literally older than you," you started.

"By five minutes. And I'm taller-"

"Height is irrelevant to this conversation. Go to bed, Dean," you could see a smirk on his face while a small smile grew on yours.

"Okay, fine. I'll switch with you in a few hours?" he asked.

You nodded before you pressed a small kiss to his forehead.

After making sure he was in the other room, you let out a shaky breath, feeling your chest aching.

Your hands were shaking slightly as you took your medicine out of your bag, swallowing the pills.

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After a few hours, you found it nearly impossible to keep your eyes open before you heard the front door opening.

You quickly jumped up, Dean ran out of the room, able to hear it as well.

"Gun?" you threw him his gun before holding your silver knife up, along with some holy water mixed with borax.

As soon as Sam opened the door, Dean instantly pushed him down, while you heard him yell out in shock.