Don't Say A Word (AU!Dean Winchester x Reader)

Part 9

When dawn broke nearly two days later, Dean alerted you, shoving you awake by your shoulder with a finger over his lips. You groaned and tried to shove his hand away, sleep clouding your judgement until he covered your body with his. He pressed your head into the mattress with a palm over your mouth, effectively muting your surprise. You fisted his shirt collar, nearly tearing it when you realized the threat; Dean's eyes darting from window-to-window and door-to-door. If he was this anxious, it had to be bad and your muscles started to the sound of knocking at the front door. Dean rolled off the bed, dragging you with him and holding you close, guarding your body with his.

"Take this, lock yourself in the bathroom. Don't come out until I give you the all clear." He whispered next to your ear.

He handed you a silver handgun, you had no idea how to use, and pushed you towards the bathroom. You locked the door and hid behind the shower wall. Peeking around it and straining your ears to hear what was going on in the next room. But you couldn't hear much of anything over your own heartbeat. That had to be a good sign though, right? It meant there was no struggle going on at least.

"You can come out, Y/N." Dean called after what felt like forever. You hesitantly exited the bathroom, looking around. "False alarm. It was just my little brother." He said, though you didn't see anyone else around.

"You gotta be kidding me. You scared the shit outta me." You cried, closing the distance between you and slapping Dean on the shoulder when he got in your way.

"Better safe than sorry, right?" He shrugged, taking the gun from you and checking that the safety was still on, tucking the piece into the back of his jeans when he was satisfied it was.

"Asshole." You growled, shoving past him and starting to gather the few things you had, packing them back into the small duffle bag.

"You can't seriously be mad at me about this." Dean huffed, pulling some stuff out of your bag that you immediately grabbed back from him and repacked.

"Can too." You zipped up the bag and slung it over your shoulder, stomping towards the door.

"Y/N. Stop." He ordered, grabbing one of your wrists. Which had surprisingly healed pretty fast with the cream and you no longer needed the gauze.

"Ugh! Let me go, creep." Your voice broke but he kept his firm grasp on you as you tried to pull free.

"What are you doing?" He asked, staring deep into your Y/E/C eyes as he judged you.

"I'm leaving. I'm better off on my own." You struggled against his hold again.

"And where are you gonna go? Because you can't go home." He said, his brows furrowing as he gripped your wrist a little tighter.

"Anywhere is better than here, with you." You hissed, Dean instantly releasing you and shoving your wrist back towards yourself.

Tears teetered on the brinks of his green eyes, refraining from taking that plunge down his cheeks as he willed them away. You thought he looked heartbroken, if he had a heart. And then, you turned away from him, heading for the front door.

"Sure. Go ahead, leave." Dean said, fisting his hands at his sides. "See if I care when they catch up to you again."

You ignored Dean's tantrum, stomping outside of the cabin with little to no plan of what came next. Glancing back at the door, half expecting to see him chase after you, but he wasn't there and you wiped a stray tear from your cheek. You didn't know why you were upset at the thought of him letting you go, that's what you wanted, right?

You sniffled, all thought clearing from your mind when you walked straight into something solid and warm, and standing in your way. You instantly thought of Dean's little brother and turned to apologize for running into him; despite having thought he'd already left when Dean returned inside of the cabin. But when you came eye level to the man's middle shirt button, you started to panic.