Supernatural One Shots

Green monster (Dean)

Having to flirt to do a job. It makes Dean upset and jealous. You get home and think it'll be alright now, because it's all done with - besides it was for the job you didn't mean it.

Warnings: Fighting, jealousy.
Written from your POV as 'Natalie'.

I got out of the shower and got dressed in my pajamas before drying my hair.

I smiled knowing Sam had left for the weekend, so Dean and I had time here alone for the first time in a while. I plan to use it well.

He was in front of the Tv with a glass of whiskey when I finally found him. I smirked and went over next to him.

To my surprise he barely seemed to even notice that I was in the room, let alone sitting next to him. I turned my body so my side was against the back of the couch and I was looking at him. "Babe..."

He glanced at me with an eyebrow up, then looked back to the TV. Internally I huffed at him.

Deciding to get bolder I moved my hand to trail it over his chest lightly.

Again, no typical reaction from him. Instead after a few seconds he said ,"Nat, I'm watching a movie."

My heart and stomach hit the floor. He's upset, and turning me down. He has never rejected me when I initiate physical things between us. I felt very strange. "De..." I whispered, pulling my hand away as tears filled my eyes. Confusion was filling my mind, I don't understand why he is rejecting me.

"Not right now." He grumbled.

I pulled away from him, and nodded. "Alright. You don't want me." I stammered before getting to my feet and starting to walk away.

"Natalie, did you really think I would after watching you flirt with that guy for 2 nights!?"

My feet froze in the doorway. That's what this was about? I spun around, my sad tears mixing with angry ones. "Are you joking right now!? Dean that wasn't real and you know it! I hated talking to that douchebag, but we needed me to do it FOR THE DAMN JOB."

He scoffed, "You sure didn't shy away from talking to him and stroking his ego. You didn't try to figure out a different way to do the job! You seemed completely fine flirting, and giggling. And now I'm supposed to want you?"

That felt like a knife to my heart. My lower lip trembled and my chin shook. More tears filled my eyes. "I guess not. I'll be in my room."

And I walked to my old room. I shut the door and threw myself onto the bed in a heap of tears, sadness and sobs.
How could he say that to me? To get jealous and territorial was one thing, I probably would too. But to say I liked doing it and that it made him not want me seriously hurts. I have not wanted another man in that way since before Dean and I got together. He was all I wanted and more.

He never came to get me, or to even try to talk. So I ended up sleeping in my old room.

In the morning I decided to get dressed in comfy clothes and only make myself breakfast.

As I ate my waffle and bacon he came walking in. I didn't even look up at him, I stayed focused on eating my food. He sort of grunted as he realized he would be making his own breakfast then got to work doing it.

I finished eating about the time he finished cooking, so I silently got up and rinsed my plate and fork before leaving the kitchen. It was killing me inside but I kept up a cold front.

He once again didn't come after me or even say anything. It started to bring tears to my eyes. Instead I went to our room and grabbed a bunch of my clothes and things. Two can do this stupid freeze out bullshit. I took my things to my old room, then went back for a couple more.