Supernatural One Shots

Was it even real? / Dean

Warnings: Cheating, Panic Attack, Sex

Pairings: Dean Winchester with Y/N

"I don't understand the issue with what's going on, Y/N; I thought you were down something casual? We never talked about being exclusive."

I joined the Winchester brothers on their hunting trips after they helped with a vampire's nest in Washington, finding myself in a much deeper mess than I initially thought I was walking into. After making a few phone calls, they were on their way to help. Two years later, Sam is practically like an older brother, and Dean is much more difficult to explain.

After being with them for a few months, Dean started flirting and making moves I fell right into. After a drunk celebration of a hunt the three of us completed, I couldn't stop him from pulling me to bed with him. After that, Dean made me feel like I was everything to him. He'd take me on dates around the towns we'd stay at, started sharing a bed instead of booking an utterly other room, and took up the many other roles of being significant others.

After unpacking in a random motel somewhere in Kentucky, Sam asked if I'd go with him to check out a recent crime scene from what all of us were expecting to be a new vampire nest. This ended up being an all-day endeavor, jumping from the crime scene to the police department and then to a witness from the first killing.

Exhausted and ready to curl up next to Dean, Sam and I decided to head back to the motel for the night. Sam dropped me off, knowing I'd want some alone time with his brother, saying he'd grab some food for the three of us. I happily bulged, practically skipping to the room. I unlocked the door, opening it.

"Honey, I'm Ho-"

Dean lay on the bed, fully nude, a blond riding him, moaning his name like they were the only two people left in the world. The two entangled in a web of betrayal.

"Oh shit Y/N," Dean yelled, lifting the girl off his dick. "I didn't think you and Sam would be back this soon."

Everything began to crumble; a sinking feeling settled deep within as a stone dropped into the pit of my stomach. My breath caught in my throat, and the room seemed to spin as I struggled to comprehend the reality of the betrayal unfolding before my eyes. Time became a fragmented blur, and my senses heightened to a point where every sound and detail felt magnified. I grabbed the door frame for support, a hand on my chest as I tried to grasp the situation. The world around me blurred as tears welled up, distorting the image of the one person I thought I knew so well.

"How could you?"

I struggled to get the sentence out, not knowing or even caring if it came out as a whisper. Each breath became a struggle, a desperate gasp for air as I grappled with the reality that my world was crumbling. The pounding in my chest echoed in my ears, drowning out reason and replacing it with an unbearable symphony of heartbreak. I watched as the girl quickly gathered her belongings, dressed, and walked toward me to leave.

"I'm so sorry," She began, standing by my side as she slid on her shoes, "He never said anything about being in a relationship."

With that, she was out the door and didn't look back. I pushed myself forward, and the scent of their shared intimacy lingered in the air, assaulting my senses with a bitter reality. The air seemed to thicken with an unsettling tension, Dean sliding back into a pair of jeans, not wanting to meet my eyes.

"Why?" I asked, my voice still shaking from the panic in my body and mind.

"Why is it such a big deal?" Dean threw back, looking annoyed. "I don't understand the issue with what's going on, Y/N; I thought you were down something casual? We never talked about being exclusive."

I stood in disbelief; a lump formed in my throat, and my breath caught as if I had been plunged into icy waters as I realized. He doesn't care; maybe he never did.

"Was I anything to you, Dean? Was I just something to fill the time, maybe the void in your chest?"

The sadness and anxiety suddenly disappeared, and my chest filled with something much darker. Anger. My eyes locked onto Dean, a blaze of fury simmering beneath the surface. My hands curled into fists, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

"Because if that's the fucking case, then fuck this and fuck you." I spat out, my voice laced with a venom I didn't know I possessed towards him. "You made me think that I was everything to you. You made me believe that I was your entire world, that you'd crumble if I was hurt, or even worse if I died. Was it even real?"

The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of my anger. I wanted to shake him, to make Dean feel the pain I was enduring.

"Y/N, I didn't know you felt that way. I just thought-" Dean started, but I couldn't stop my words.

"Save it. I don't want to hear your pathetic justifications. Actions speak louder than words, and your actions speak volumes." My anger fueled me, overriding any sadness or disbelief. The hurt transformed into a fierce determination to make him understand the depth of his betrayal. "Congratulations, you've managed to destroy the one thing I thought was solid in my life. I hope it was worth it."

With that, I turned on my heel, leaving him in the wake of my fury. The motel door slammed shut, a resounding echo of the broken trust and the shattered pieces of a love that now lay in ruins. Sam parked the Impala in my path as I walked down the pavement to my car.

"Hey, Y/NN." He said with a smile, it falling from his face as I continued past him without glancing at him. "Woah-" Sam asserted, grabbing my arm before I could escape him. "What's going on?"

"Ask your fucking brother." I began, the burst of adrenalin I had dwindled as I finally let the tears go, streaming down my cheeks as I pointed back to the motel room.

"What did Dean do?"

"I walked in on him with another woman, Sam."

"Fuck." He muttered, pulling me into a firm hug. I took it, letting the sobs break from my chest, the memory of Dean and her on repeat. "I'll kill him."

I laughed softly, brokenly, "Don't worry about it, Sam, I just have to go. I can't be around him."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked, not releasing me even when I tried to pull away.

"Yes, I'll figure it out eventually, Sam. Thank you for everything." With that, I squeezed Sam before walking away from him. I got into my car, relaxing into the leather seats as she turned on with a loud purr. I waved at Sam before pulling out of the parking lot, the tears continuing as I started down the road.