TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

old king (d.p.) (requested)

(A/N: This oneshot was requested by AshTray367. I hope you like it! The song in the title is a reference to the song of the same name by Neil Young. Now, on with the oneshot!)

       I heard the loud music all the way down the dorm hallway. It was clearly coming from my boyfriend, Dean's, room. Now, Dean normally plays his music loud but this was loud even for him. I quickened my pace and was to his door in a flash. I almost knocked on the door but didn't bother as he probably wouldn't have heard me anyway. I opened the door to see Dean laying on his back on his bed, his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

       "Dean? Babe?" I called out. I don't know whether he didn't hear me or not but he made no indication of my presence either way.

       I maneuvered my way into the room, around the dirty clothes on the floor, and came to sit down beside him on his bed. He finally looked at me briefly before looking back at the ceiling.

      "Babe?" I called out again. He was starting to worry me.

       With a sigh, Dean got up and turned down the boombox on his dresser to low volume before laying down again. He went back to staring at the ceiling.

       "Dean, please talk to me. You're freaking me out." I said, grabbing his hand from behind his head.

       "...My mom called." Dean said, softly. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at me. "They had to put Cruz down."

       My heart instantly broke for him. Cruz was Dean's dog. He'd had him since Dean was in second grade. They did everything together when Dean was home in Chicago. 

       "Oh, babe, I'm so sorry! What happened?" I asked, squeezing Dean's hand.

       "My mom had him out for a walk and somehow he got out of his collar." Dean sat up and sniffled. "Someone called her an hour later saying he got hit by a car. They took him to the vet but they couldn't do anything for him."

       I watched Dean carefully for a few seconds before opening my arms to him. He fell into them and started sobbing into my shoulder. I just held him as he cried. It was hard seeing my big, tough boyfriend break down like that but I stayed quiet. He needed me right now. After a few minutes, Dean pulled back abruptly and wiped his eyes.

       "Sorry." He said quickly.

       I looked at him confused. "Wait, why are you sorry?"

       "For being such a pussy. Cryin' on you like that." Dean said, acting tough.

       I shook my head and pushed myself up further on his bed. I motioned for him to follow me and we both laid down on his pillow. I wrapped my arms around him again and he slightly buried his face in my shoulder again.

       "Dean, you are anything but a pussy. I don't blame you for crying. He was your dog. You loved him." I said, stroking his hair. "You cry as much as you need to."

       That seemed to be all he needed because not a second later, he was freely crying into my shoulder again. I held him tight with one arm and continued stroking his hair with my other.

       "Shh, babe. It's okay." I whispered to him when he started shaking.

       We stayed like that for almost a half hour before Dean's tears finally started to slow down. I thought he'd fallen asleep when his breathing steadied but I felt him press a soft kiss to the place where my neck met my shoulder.

       "Thank you." Dean said, his voice scratchy from crying.

       "Anytime." I said with a sad smile.

       We spent the rest of the afternoon laying on the bed. Dean told me stories about when Cruz was a puppy and all the good times they had together. He thanked me again before I left for the day. I just assured him that I was happy I could be there for him. Just as he would be for me.

(A/N: Thanks again to AshTray367 for the request! Here's the first of three! I hope you liked it! Requests are open for the rest of December so send yours in if you have them! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)