Supernatural One shots/Imagines!

Nightlife (Dean Winchester part 2)

three months 

Today made it three months exactly that you had left that dingy motel room in Kansas to get away from your now exboyfriend Dean fuckin Winchester.

It hadn't been a bad few months. You had no one else to turn to because of your relationship with the brothers but to hell with it. Who needed partners anyway? You'd been going around in your hot wired 1966 Chevrolet Chevelle, the best car you'd ever had next to Baby of course. You knew you would never fully forget the Winchesters, no matter how much you may drink or how many miles you put between your self and them. They had given you so many good memories like Christmas at Bobby's, night driving when the three of you would just talk, arguing over the dumbest stuff like if a tomato was a vegetable or a fruit  or even the time you three bought a hand full of fireworks and set them off in an old field for your birthday. On rainy days when you didn't have a case you would write all these memories down into a book. The book of your past. One day, you'd vowed the night you started it, I'll read all these just to remember what family felt like. Maybe you would even pass the journal down to your child if you had one. You enjoyed the task, sometimes earning a good laugh from the memories and sometimes sitting in heavy silence for a few minutes when you finished. 

Thunder cracked overhead as you climbed the steps to the bar. You where just outside Hammonton New Jersey on a werewolf case. Werewolves had always been the biggest pain in your ass so this hunt was a little more brutal then most but no matter. You had whisky, thread and a needle at home waiting for whatever cuts or injuries you would walk away with. It used to be IF you needed stitches when you got back but now, being on your own meant you where your own doctor, backup and driving companion.

You shrugged open the heavy bar door with an exhausted sigh. It had been a long day, ending in the blubbering of a fifteen year old girl who had three silver bullets deep in her chest before rushing her younger thirteen year old brother to hospital where you'd left him. His family would be there now, as well as wondering where their daughter was but they would never see her again. You'd salted and burned her bones before setting a head stone up in the middle of the woods where'd you found her with her little brother. After a hunt like this, you needed a drink or seven. Yea seven was a good starting number. 

"Look okay I don't. Know. Why!" 

"Yea well we still gotta gank this son a bitch while there's moonlight so figure it out!" 

You ears pricked up slightly at the conversation to your right. Gank? They must be hunters and judging by his reference to moonlight, they where after the werewolf you'd already put down. 

"There's no case here. I put that monster down earlier. I promise it was humane," You called over, pulling up a bar stool and ordering three shots of whisky. You could hear the rustle of fabric as the two turned to stare at the back of your head. The moment the shots were in front of you, you tipped your head back and downed them swiftly, the burning a usual sensation now to after the first few weeks alone in The Road House were the bar had become your second bed. Good memories. 

"Then you wont mind me asking where the remains are," One of them growled and your rolled your eyes. typical men hunters. Not thinking you women did a good enough job and needed your work reviewed.

"Listen here you son of a bitch. I'm no little girl okay? I salted and burned those remains like every damn hun-," You clamped your mouth shut as you whirled around to see the one and only infamous Winchester duo standing behind you. Sam looked shocked as he took you in. You where gruffer now, something he'd never viewed you as before.

"Oh I know your no little girl (Y/N) I hunted with you for four damn years. I should know," You winced at the underlined pain in the older Winchester's voice as he stared you down. You finally moved your gaze from his skyscraper of a brother to him. He had changed. His eyes didn't sparkle anymore, his face was hard, only a ghostly shadow of the Dean you had known hung around him. You didn't have to wonder long. Lisa. Ben. Death. Of course. You moved your shoulders back and shrugged off his comment even though it stung a bit. 

"Well then I guess you remember my protocol," You bit back as you got up and made for the exit. You'd finally gotten away. You were finally on the road to being okay without him in your life and now he shows up. He seemed to have a habit of this that, right now, annoyed the shit out of you. 

"Yea. You would never do anything hasty," Dean jeered back making you stop short of the door. Hasty? You? Please. 

"I know damn well you CHEATED Dean so I wouldn't go pointing fingers at ME you sick bastard," You spat back, leaning in toward him to make your point clear. How had you ever slept next to this man? He was nothing but a whiny asshole! 

"And you never waited for an explanation (Y/N). I had to find out from Bobby and Sam two hours later that you had up and gone. Do you even know how that feels? ALL MY DAMN FLANNEL SHIRTS WHERE EVERYWHERE (Y/N)! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE POSSESSED AND HAD GONE ON A KILLING SPREE! DO YOU KNOW WHY I WORKED THIS CASE?! TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU GANKED IN SOME ALLY BY A HUNTER OR IN HELL WITH CROWLEY WHILE BEING PUT THROUGH GOD KNOWS WHAT!" Dean screamed, his face taking on a rosy color as he chewed you out. You shrank back slightly, watching his fists ball together until he was white knuckled. No answers willing came to you and you stood, your mouth open slightly, as Dean stared you down. 

"Dean I-" You began but he raised a now un-clenched hand and chuckled softly. Not a chuckle he used to give you after some witty comment. No. This one was sucked free of warmth. 

"You know (Y/N)....two months ago seeing you alive was all I needed to make breathing worth it. To know my grief driven searches where amounting to something. All I wanted was you back in my arms again but now. Now all I want to see is you fading in my rear view mirror," Dean explained, his tone like the claws of the werewolf tearing at your heart rather then your leg. Heartbreak. You'd grown used to the ache. It was like a wound that never healed right and left you...altered. This dull aching had increased in a matter of seconds to a raging heat. 

"Lie," You called quietly as he moved away. Three months ago you probobly would have held that door open to him, demanding him to leave but now you couldn't. It's like you'd been in rehab, learning to get off your addictive substance but now that it was re-introduced you needed it again. You needed Dean fuckin Winchester. 

"And you know that because you know me so well," He growled back as he shoved open the door and stalked away to the implala. You ran after him, desperate for something. Anything but Dean, being taller and having the greater stride reached the Impala just as you scrambled down the steps. Dean had the engine roaring to life and he sped off, headlights blazing as he melted into darkness. You stayed there, in the middle of the parking lot long after the engine roar faded further and further away. 

That's the last time you ever saw Dean Winchester but you never forgot the memories he gave you. Thanks to that little book which you treasured more then anything humanly possible. You would never shake the feeling of him lingering around you nor would you forget what you wanted. 

You needed Dean Fuckin Winchester 

but

You couldn't have him. Not again.