One offs

Things I wanted us to experience (dean x reader drama/fluff)

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey sorry I tried doing shifting POVs but I never really done that before. I hope it turned out okay and that you like it 

Your POV:

"Y/N" Dean ran across the cemetery and did a knee slight to your side just as Sam staked the zombie back into its coffin. You were coughing up blood as you pressed your hand to your stomach before you held up your hand to assess the damage. Your hand and sleeve was soaked in blood and the terror on your face was evident to Dean as he reached you. He gently lifted your head and shoulders into his lap but the pain from the wound in your stomach still made grinch. "Dean I'm sorry I..." you started but Dean hushed you running his hand through your hair before he looked up, "SAMMY!!!" You were starting to shiver and you knew that wasn't a good sign.

Sam jumped up from the whole in the ground and ran across the grass to get you and his brother. Sam froze a few steps from you when he realized how bad you were hurt. "Sam go get the car," Dean ordered as he threw his keys at his brother. "Dean..." Sam began realizing they may not be able to move you but Dean interrupted now yelling, "Damnit Sam! Go get the car! NOW!" Sam swallowed but nodded and turned around running out of the cemetery to get to the impala 3 blokes over.

"Dean I'm sorry I shouldn't..." you tried again but once again Dean interrupted you, "it's okay. You did good. Sam is getting the car. We'll get you fixed up. Good as new." Dean's voice was husky as he fought back the tears. Knowing there was a really real chance he was lying, but he just couldn't lose her. Not like this. Dean took of his plaid shirt and pressed it against your wound. Dean flinched as your scream filled the night air. "I'm sorry sweetheart," a tear was now running down his right cheek, "we are gonna get you better. Stay with me. Please!" "Dean!" you begged reaching for his free hand as your world started turning black. Dean grabbed your hand and squeezed it, "you gotta fight. Sam is coming. We'll get you to a hospital! You nodded but couldn't fight it any longer your eyes.

Dean's POV:

Dean felt the pit in his stomach grow as your eyes fell shut. "Y/N, Y/,N, Y/N" he called out almost screaming the last one am Sam crashed the impala thought the fence and into the graveyard. "Sam! We gotta hurry!" Dean yelled to his brother as he got up. Together they gently lifted your unconscious body into the backseat, "stay with her! Keep preassure," Dean ordered as he ran around the car jumping into the front seat. Sam had bare shut the door behind him when she impala flew backwards out of the cemetery. The wheels spun and Dean twisted her around and steeped on the gas as hard as he could. He ran every speed light, swinging in and out between the hunking cars, but he didn't care. All he could think about was Y/N in the back of the car. "How is she?" Dean asked without slowing down or taking his eyes of the road for a second. "In and out of it," Sam replied in a concerned voice. His tune made Dean press down the peddle till it hit the floor. "We'll be there in 3 minutes," he promised.

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Dean's POV:

"I now it's been three days but it could take longer or she might not wake up at all. The operation went well but we just don't know yet...." The doctor looked uncomfortable as he spoke and with good reason. Dean took a few ominous steps toward the man, "what do you mean you don't know! She is waking up?!"

"Sir if you calm down there is a matter of insurance we need too..." the doctor's voice was shaking as he stepped backwards but Dean just kept on coming. "Insurance?? You are telling me you don't know if she wakes up and you wanna talk INSURANCE," Dean was full on yelling the last word into the man's face. The doctor stood with his back pressed against the wall with nowhere left to go when Sam jumped to his rescue, "whoa whoa Dean calm down," Sam put his hand on his brother's shoulder pulling him back. Dean shook Sam's hand of him and twirled around starring out the window now fighting back his tears. Sam gazed at Dean's back clearly concerned when he spoke, "you stay. I'll handle this." Sam pushed the still shaking doctor out of the room and Dean finally turned around to look at you. You were still pale from the loss of blood but it looked like you were sleeping. Just sleeping. Ready to wake up any minute and tare him a new one over the mess he had made of your cloth going through your duffel bag to find the dog tag he knew you had but never wore to get your blood type. Or just to scold him for taking to the doctor like that when he was just doing his job.

Dean smiled through his tears at the thought as he slowly sat down in the chair next to the bed. "Y/N? Can you hear me?" Dean slowly took you hand and held it between his.

"You know when we first ran into you. I didn't want you hunting with us. Me and Sam we got a... a beat you know. We knew where we got each other. Still do. I thought you were gonna be in the way, but you know what? You are one of the damn best hunters I've ever seen. You pulled our asses out of the fire more time than I can count. Y/N I am so sorry. I didn't get to you in time. I should have protected you. Kept you safe. I failed you. And I am sorry." Dean squeezed your hand and look down as a tear fell from his eye.

Your POV:

Sound was the first sing to come back to you. You heard Dean's voice as from a distance. He was telling you too fight and how he should have protected you and his voice seemed to slowly get nearer. You still couldn't open your eyes but you started slowly sensing the light through your eyelids as you listen to his voice.

"but I guess that is what I do. Let down the people I love. I am toxic everyone around me dies. You gotta fight Y/N! I promise you I won't let you down again."

The people he loved.... Did you hear that right? You tried to control your breathing as you slowly felt the air go deeper into your lungs.

"There are so many things I wanted you to experience. Us to experience differently. I need you too come back to us. To me. Y/N I love you."

You finally gathered up enough will to open your eyes and you slowly turned your head. He was really sitting there with your hand in his. His head bend down and his eyes to the floor. "Dean?" your voice was husky and low but he heard you. His eye shot up to find yours, "Y/N" Dean drew a breath of relief as he got up, "I'll get the doctors!"

"Wait," you said still fighting to get out the words you refused to let go of his hand and Dean turned back around to face you, "did you really mean that?"

The surprise on Dean's face was evident. He hadn't realized that she had heard him but then he swallowed and nodded as he sat down on the edge of the bed still with your hand in his. "Yes, Y/N I love you." You reached your free hand up and caressed his face and he leaned into your touch closing his eyes only opening them again as you whispered, "I love you too Dean."

He slowly bent down over you careful not to lay any weight on your body as he pressed his lips against yours.