Dean Winchester X Reader imagines/one-shots

Dust in the Wind

Dean stood in the doorway of his shared bedroom listening intently to the gentle strums of the guitar and the melancholy hum of his love. He knew times were tough and he did as much as he could to bring her comfort during her time of grief. 

It had been approximately two months since the passing of my mother. Some days were good, some were bad, and some just existed in the space time continuum. The thing about grief is that it doesn't give you a chance to breath and time goes by exceptionably fast. 

During this time I decided to pick a new hobby to occupy my time; the guitar. Today felt bittersweet. I wasn't sure why that was, all I knew is I needed a distraction. Grabbing the neck of my guitar I tune it until I am pleased. Taking my pick I continue the song I had been practicing for the past week: Dust in the Wind. 

I close my eyes letting the gentle notes lull me to content. I  silently hum the tune of the song softly singing the chorus every once in a while. Tears start to well so I open my eyes blinking away the burning sensation. 

Through the haze of tears I could make out Deans figure that was once against the door frame rushing to my side. Moving the the guitar to the side he sits down on the bed. A pair of wrap around my body enveloping me in warmth.   

"Hey, hey, hey, its ok, you'll be ok. I've got you." Dean shushes. 

I feel his fingers trace my back messaging my skin lightly. I lean into his body gripping the collar of his shirt sobbing. Dean kisses my forehead gently rocking our bodies. Dean didn't mind instances like this as they were becoming increasingly normal between the pair. 

I did though. 

I hated death, grief, and all the other baggage it came with. People say its normal and its ok, but no one talks about how awful it feels to not be able to control those emotions.

Beyond that I also know that Dean understands. He understands more than most, but even knowing that brings little solace. I can't help but feel alone even as Dean is with me sharing in my grief.    

I pull away, the feeling of my emotions taking its toll. I knew I must have looked like a cross over between a pufferfish and blob.  Dean brushes the remaining tears off my cheek. 

"I hate this," I croak "I just wish I didn't have to constantly feel this pain and continue to live in it."

Dean sighs, he hates hearing those words and it hurts knowing what he says can only do so much. 

"I understand sweetheart I do, but this pain is also a reminder of your love. You loved her so much, so its only natural that you now feel that in pain. Not that, that makes it easier or helpful, but it is reminder of the love you hold for her."

I listen to his words taking them in. Coming to terms with them are not easy, so I a force a small smile in return. Dean could tell it wasn't sincere. 

He pulls me into a hug, cradling my head. 

"It's ok to not be ok, and eventually things will get better. It won't be today or tomorrow. Hell, it might not even be for a year! But that's fine because things aren't ok and they are different. I won't tell you it will stop hurting, but it will get easier, and I will be there with you through it all. Whether you need a shoulder to cry on or a demolition boyfriend." 

I slightly chuckle at Deans comment. Little did he know I would take him up on that last offer resulting in him almost losing a toe. 

"I love you so much Dean'' I mumble. 

"I love you too, Y/N, so much more than you'll even know..."

A/N: 

Sorry I know this chapter was short. I was just craving to post something, anything at this point, so this is the result. I see myself coming back to edit and add more to this chapter, but I just really wanted it out. Also I highly recommend listening to that song it truly is a masterpiece. 

Until next time! 

Wisteria