Random Fandom One Shots

No Second Chance's- Dean WinchesterxReader

This is because I keep seeing all these stories where the boys cheat on the girls, and they just automatically forgive them. Sure, there are exceptions to all rules, but I hate it. If they cheat on you, that is their conscious decision to mess up a relationship. So here is one where they don't get back together, and she doesn't forgive them.

(Y/N)'s POV

I grinned at my best friend, Jo. We had just had a girls night out, before we'd decided to go back to mine and Deans place and watch movies. Our other best friend, (Y/B/F/N), couldn't make it, as she got the flu. We offered to come over and make her feel better, but she insisted we have fun. She said she didn't want to make us sick. As we stepped into the apartment, I heard a thud and a moan from the bedroom.

I quickly grabbed my gun, and Jo pulled hers out of her purse, as we ran to see what had made the noises. My grip on the gun tightened as we came closer, and the sounds suddenly had a rhythm. No. It couldn't be. I pulled back the safety on the gun, and readied it to shoot. I threw open the door, and what I saw made me want to vomit. Dean was on top of (Y/B/F/N), in a rather intimate position. They didn't notice us for a moment, and in that moment, I pulled my shit together, and started packing my things.

I grabbed my suitcase's and duffle bags from under the bed, and quickly went around the room putting my things in the bags. In the time it took for them to distangle themselves, I had most of my things from the bedroom in the bags, and Jo, having caught on to what I was doing, took one of my bags, and went to the bathroom, saying she was going to get my stuff from there. Dean tried to grab my arm, force me to talk to him, but I quickly threw him off. He knew that to me, cheating was one of the worst things someone in a relationship could do.

He didn't get a chance to explain, and neither did (Y/B/F/N). They have both betrayed me, and they didn't get a second chance for this kind of disloyalty. I finished getting my stuff from the bedroom, and Jo had finished in the bathroom and was going through the rest of the house. ¨(Y/N)!¨ Dean called behind me as I quickly finished getting my stuff together. I put my two Parakeets in their travel cage. They chirped lowly as I finished up getting my stuff together. Jo emerged with a box after a few minutes, and Ellen showed up.

After they helped me get my stuff into their truck, I turned to the now dressed Dean and (Y/B/F/N) and said to them, ¨Dean. You and I are done. Don't come near me or I will shoot you. As far as I'm concerned, this means we were never together in the first place, as you obviously couldn't take it seriously.¨ I turned to (Y/B/F/N), ¨We are no longer friends. We will never be friends again, and for however long you've been thinking about sleeping or sleeping with Dean, we were not friends. If either of you try to contact me, or I will shoot you both in the knee caps. Good bye. Our relationships clearly meant nothing to you.¨

I then turned and got into Ellens truck. Once we were out of sight, I opened the door to my birds cage, and they landed on my lap. I stroked their feathers gently, and started to cry. I didn't want to cry in front of them. It was their loss, if they cheated, they choose that, they decided they didn't care about how it would affect me or our relationship. I had to show them that it would only hurt them, even if it was a lie. Tears ran down my face, and my birds, Bob and Killian returned to their cage. I closed the door behind them. Jo hugged me, and I cried some more.

How could they do this! I trusted them! Ellen pulled into her house, and we brought my stuff in. Ellen hugged me, before saying, ¨(Y/N), Hun, you can stay here for as long as you need. Don't stop living your life over those bitches though, okay?¨ I nodded, and thanked her. After setting up the guest room as mine, I went out, bought three pints of ice cream, and ate them with Jo while watching stupid horror movies. We booed whenever a girl was killed, and laughed and cheered whenever a boy was killed. A few hours later, Cas appeared in my room, and said with a confused face, ¨Dean asked me to give you this and to tell you he's sorry.¨ At this point, Jo and I had been drunk for more than an hour. After we ran out of ice cream, Jo brought out some whiskey, bourbon, and several other drinks I now couldn't remember the names of.

Jo and I stood, and took the bear from Cas. It held a note. I opened the note, and after reading it, shouted quietly into the angel's ear, ¨Bull shit.¨ My words slurred, and I shredded the note, before retrieving my gun, and shooting the bear in the nuts, heart and brain. Jo jumped up, and we grabbed a hold of each of Cas's arms. Both Jo and I had a frying pan in one hand, and a gun in the other. I don't have any idea where we got the frying pans from.

Jo slurred at the confused and slightly terrified Cas, ¨Take us to him.¨ He quickly placed a hand on each of our foreheads, and zapped us into our old apartment. Dean was sitting on the couch, with his head between his knees. Jo and I stumbled as we landed, and he looked up. He visibly paled as we readied our guns with one hand and raised our pans like swords. He scrambled away from us, over the couch. We both screamed out battle cries. Hers was something along the lines of, ¨I WILL DESTROY YOU!¨ And mine was, ¨DIE YOU BASTARD!¨

He let out a yelp, and ran into the bathroom. As he ran down the hall, we ran after him, he screamed when we fired shots at his heals. I heard him lock the door, and call someone on the phone. We hit the door with our frying pans over and over again. When we stopped, Crowley appeared behind us. We turned to him and glared drunkenly, raising our guns and pans threateningly. He held his hands up in surrender and said, ¨You might want to pay attention to squirrel, loves, he's calling Castiel the zap him out as we speak.¨ We both turned to the door, and started attacking it. Pans against the door, screaming, arms and legs flailing. After a few minutes, the door fell in. Dean, Cas, and Sam all looked at us as we walked towards them. I let out a scream, and raised my frying pan. Jo cocked her gun and aimed for Deans knee caps. I wacked Deam across the head, hard, before Cas put two fingers on each of our foreheads. Before he could Zap us, though, Jo shot, and I swung again. Then we were back in my bedroom.

The next morning, Jo and I woke up, and spent most of the day recovering from a hangover. That evening, though, Jo brought me the box I'd seen from the day before. After I opened it, In looked at her and said, ¨What the fuck is all this?¨ The box was huge, and was filled to the brim with battery's memory chips from what looked like phones, the little screw on things that keep the air in car tires, light bulbs, a shit ton of condoms, three empty tie-dye kits, an empty bottle of bleach, three empty bottles of sleeping pills, at least fifteen beer bottle caps, small strips and scraps of cloth, at least fourteen rolls of scotch and duct tape, five rolls of wire, and three rolls of string, ten lighters, and three empty bottles of salt.

She smiled and said, ¨It's all of the batteries from his house. The light bulbs from all of his hallways, closets, and lamps. I also took all of his tape, wire, and strings, most of his lighters, I let the air out all the tires of the Impala, I emptied all of his beer bottles, put crushed up sleeping pills in his pies, cut holes in most of his clothing, tie-dyed his jacket to say on the back, 'I'm a cheating asshole', and rigged his washing machine so for the next ten or so loads his clothes get bleached or tie-died depending on the settings he puts it on. I also took the memory chips from all of his phones, all his condoms, repleaced his sugar with salt, salted and I hid several alarm clocks in his room set to go off at three in the morning every few days for about three weeks.¨