Dean x Reader One Shots

Comatose (Heartbreak) (Imagine Dean talking to you when you're comatose)

Summary: Imagine Dean talking to you while you're comatose

Word Count: 2,341

"I don't... know if you can hear me... or if the whole 'out of body' thing is real, I suppose maybe you're looking right at me right now and I'm too dense to know it, but I'm going to take a shot at this and assume that there's a small chance in... wherever... that you can hear me. That you can understand me.

"Um... now I don't really know what to say. I swear like thirty minutes ago I had this all planned out, I knew exactly what I was going to say and I should have written it down but I didn't have a pen or paper. If you'd been there I could have asked you for one, you were always good to keep that stuff around.

"Christ, that monitor is annoying. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're alive and all but if you could do it in a less distracting manner, that'd be great.

"I'm only kidding. I love you.

"A lot, actually. More than I realized until right now.

"But um... Christ, this is hard. They make this look so easy and natural in the movies but I feel like I'm talking to a wall. Like I'm praying except to something that might actually be listening but I suppose it's the same because I don't know for sure whether you're listening.

"Okay. But, here. I, um, I love you and I miss you and I want you to wake up from this because I want to go and get ice cream with you and I want to... to sit in the car and do absolutely nothing productive for the entire day and I want to go... to the Grand Canyon, you always wanted to see the Grand Canyon. I promised you I would bring you there and I told you we could go on a tour on horseback or something even though I hate horses, the last time I was on one I damn near died, but I'd go for you. I'd go for you a hundred times and I want you to wake up so that we can go there a hundred times because I can't do that alone. It's no fun pissing off a tour guide if you're alone.

"...

"I remember when you told me you were thinking about leaving your family to come with us and I got so angry. Man, I got so angry, I don't think you even realize it. Because it was stupid, I think, you were stupid for suggesting that. You had a family and parents that loved you that lived just down the road, a job that actually paid you, you didn't need to run off credit card scams, you had friends that cared about you and instead you wanted to...

"I yelled at you, I just remembered. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I was just so angry.

"Why? Why would you do something like that? Why would you give up your entire life to run around with a pair of guys that...

"Different time, right. Not for now.

"...

"But I also remember how broken up you were when your parents ended up getting caught in the crossfire and I was expecting you to be mad with me, to blame me for bringing you into this mess—I suppose you'd be right in blaming me, technically. If we hadn't met, if you hadn't been the most intelligent and beautiful goddamned creature I'd ever come to know, I think things would be a whole lot different. But you didn't yell, you didn't get mad at me. Or if you did, there's no way of me knowing it because you're so good at keeping that shit to yourself and that absolutely kills me. It really does.

"Because how am I supposed to know when you're upset if you don't talk about it? You always get on my case about that, always try to get me to talk about things that are on my mind and I usually do because you're too damned cute for me not to, but you?

"Christ, kid, why do you have to take the weight of the world on your shoulders, huh? This was my problem, this was my responsibility and it's my fault you're here in the first place, and I swear to God if you end up leaving me here alone because I wasn't strong enough to handle something when it needed to be handled...