One Shots

If This Was A Movie - Dean Winchester One Shot

"Dean, I cant do this anymore. I'm sorry. I cant live like this, knowing that you are always going to be in trouble, never knowing if you are going to come home or be safe. I cant do it. Not with you away for days, weeks, heck! Even months! I cant stand the thought of losing you, and I know that it is selfish of me, believe me I know, but I cant pretend I don't think about it. I think about it way too much, when you come back with blood on your face, with ripped blood stained clothes and various cuts on your body. I cant stand it because I cant stand to see you get hurt or hurt innocents like you do when the mark over powers you." I say licking my lips as tears stream down my face, I run a shaky pale hand through my brown hair before turning round to face Dean to see him stood there in his usual attire and tears running down his cheek, jaw clenched.

"What are you trying to say?" Dean questions in an unstable voice, trying to hide that he is nearly breaking down, yet failing miserably.

"What I am trying to say is that, I think we should go separate ways Dean. As in we are not together again. I don't want to see you hurt yourself with that mark anymore. I love you Dean, you know that but it is because I love you that I am leaving" I state picking up my duffel bag, placing it on my shoulder as Dean steps forward. However, when he does so I take a step back away from him, knowing he can convince me to stay with just a simple touch.

"You call me when that thing is gone and you're ready to lead a semi-normal life okay? Goodbye Dean Henry Winchester. I love you" I smile at him before walking up the steps of the bunker pulling off my engagement ring, placing it on the small table beside the steel door. Opening it wide, I look behind me to see Dean staring up at me with tears freely flowing from his emerald green eyes.

I sit in my new bedroom thinking back to the moment six months ago exactly today, since I left Dean Henry Winchester. My hunter. My one true love. My soul mate.

My phone beeps letting me know that it is, truly 6 months since I heard from him. Not a single update, not even informing me that he is fine. Not even an update from Castiel. Nothing. Radio silence. As if he has disappeared. Thinking the worst, my heart starts pumping rapidly as my body reacts weirdly as well.

Last night I heard my own heart beating
Sounded like footsteps on my stairs
Six months gone and I'm still reaching
Even though I know you're not there

"DEAN! SAM! WE GOT TO GO! COME ON!" I shout through the hallways of the maze, which happens to be the bunker in which, Dean and Sam Winchester reside with me. Deans girlfriend. The boys walk down the hall towards me, however, Sam is not in a suit but infact, he is in his pyjamas.

"Hey gorgeous. Don't you look amazing huh? We should get going to make those reservations" Dean exclaims as he kisses me cheek softly, before grabbing my hand.

"Wait Dean! Why is Sammy not coming?" I curiously ask the older brother, staring up into his bright green eyes.

"Stop calling me Sammy, that is the name of a chubby 12 year old. Anyway, I didn't really want to 3rd wheel, so I am going to hang back and research into a case I found a few days ago. You two kids have fun now" Sam says pushing both Dean and I to the steps of the bunker that lead out of it. I turn around kissing Sam's cheek before walking up the stairs and out of the bunker with Dean. That was the night he asked me to be his wife.

I let several tears fall down my rosey red cheeks as I think back to that night. He had done everything a girl could have wanted. He bought champagne, said a whole speech on how he loves me, gotten down on one knee with a band playing my favourite song behind me while another person handed me red roses. It was perfect and was a cliché chick flick moment, which was interrupted by us both stating at the same moment: No chick flick moments. It was an unforgettable night. The 9 years which I had been with Dean were always filled with memorable moments.