SUPERNATURAL {one shots}

Anger (Dean Winchester)

ANGST TO FLUFF

Warning: arguing, anger issues, crying, aggression, talk of abuse and murder of parent.

Words: 2614

⚠️If you have a past of abuse in any way possible, maybe don't read if it triggers you. It is going to be a small topic in this story. It's not very detailed, but it's still a sensitive subject. If you have a past of abuse, I'm so incredibly sorry and I hope you're doing well. Love you lots and stay strong <3

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Y/N POV

It felt like hours had past, when in reality it has only been a little while. Dean and I had been yelling at each other, fighting over everything that has been going wrong lately.

It started of small. Dean had been reckless, trying to save Sam from something he could handle on his own. They had a plan for godsake and Dean just did what he wanted to do. I get that he's protective of his brother, but Sam was fine. Dean almost got himself killed. In the end Sam actually saved Dean instead of the other way around. Later when we got back in the bunker, I confronted Dean with my opinion. I told him he needs to be careful. I told him that I was worried about him, because ever since his mom decided to leave the bunker and take some time off, he had been reckless and grumpy. All of this was said in a worried tone. No anger. But Dean being Dean, he got defensive and mad.

"I'm fine, Y/N. You worry too much", is the first thing he told me.

"Do I though? Come on, Dean. I think we both know it's reasonable that I worry for you!" I exclaimed.

Dean rolled his eyes and walked towards our shared room. I sighed, feeling kind of upset of getting cut off once again by him. I apologized to Sam, who was awkwardly standing in the same room. I started to walk after Dean before Sam called me back.

"Don't take it personal, okay? I don't know what's going on with him, but something's clearly bothering him. He just doesn't know how to deal with it", Sam said, his face showing empathy.

I gave him a smile and a small nod. I then continued my journey to our room.

I knocked on the door and immediately walked in after. Dean was unpacking his duffle bag, putting his clothes away.

"Talk to me", I told him.

"What's there to talk about?" he asked, not looking at me while continuing to unpack.

"Uhm, you maybe?" I said annoyed.

That tone wasn't appreciated and now we've been fighting for some time. By this point Dean is really angry, screaming in my face.

"Just stop it, Y/N! If I wanted to talk, I'd come to you!" he yells.

"No you wouldn't, Dean! You never talk, never! You always bottle it up and then I have to pick you up at midnight, wasted at the nearest bar!" I yell back.

It's quiet for a little while. Dean looks at me, his eyes dark and angry. His fists are clenched.

"You should be grateful that I don't talk. Otherwise I'd be just like you, bitching and complaining about everything", he says cold and harsh.

A few tears pricky in my eyes. Dean always tells me to talk to him when I feel bad. He's always there. And what? Now he says that it's the worst thing about me or something? I can't believe him. I shake my head and look down.

"Why can't you just understand I'm trying to help you?" I ask, my voice trembling.

I hear Dean sigh out, annoyed.