A Dean x Reader story

Part 6

When you get back to the hotel you add the new info to a board for this case's details and study it for a while before noticing that Dean hasn't said anything since you left the crime scenes.

You decide to separate him from Sam and talk about whatever's on his mind and head off to do just that, after inquiring from Sam first about his brother's strange behavior since you don't know them very well yet.

"Hey Sam?" You ask the stated behemoth as you sit next to him on his bed where he was cleaning a gun.

"Yeah? What's up?" Sam says and looks up at you, still cleaning his gun until he sees the quizzical and concerned look on your face, reciprocating it with one of his own, and sets down his job focusing his full attention on you. "What's wrong?" He says after a minute of staring at your face.

"Is Dean normally this quiet after seeing a crime scene or should I be concerned. I didn't do anything wrong did I?" You say looking at Sam for an honest answer, the secondary feathers of your wings puffing up from the anxiety of making Dean upset with you.

"I highly doubt that something you did made Dean do this." Sam says with a calm tone, slightly making you feel better. "I mean he's not normally this quiet but it's not like it hasn't happened before. You could always ask him what's up." Sam says with a look that shows he's telling the truth.

You nod at him respectively before heading off to find Dean and draw out what's bothering him. The first place you look is the kitchen for him to be drinking a beer but with no luck you move on to the next place Sam said he would normally be at, his baby. You walk outside and to the parking lot of the motel and find Dean sitting on the hood of his car drinking a beer, you walk up and lean on the hood next to where he's sitting.

"Hey." You say as you look over at him then out at the treeline on the edge of the parking lot, it's a few minutes before Dean responds.

"Hey." He finally says back to you, but still refuses to look you in the eye.

"What's eating you?" You ask, no sense in beating around the bush.

"I'm fine." Dean says right back and leans further back against the cool metal of the Impala, taking another sip of beer in the process.

"I think we both know that's not true Dean." You say and turn to face him, staring him straight in the eyes awaiting his response.

"I think you misjudged me." Dean says and offers his bottle to you, which you (you decide, accept/decline). "I'm perfectly fine."

"You hadn't said a word up in till now after we left the scenes earlier today Dean, that doesn't seem very fine to me." You say as you continue to look at him, taking in the rugged details of his face.

"There's not very much to say." Dean says and avoids eye contact with you for quite a while before you bring him back to you.

"Yeah because it's definitely not like I'm sitting here thinking of how many things I did wrong to upset you." You say and let out a puff of air which turns into steam in the cold air.

"Just drop it ok! I don't need to explain myself to you"  Dean snaps and looks at you with a cold stare that softens as soon as the words leave his mouth, realizing what he said.

You turn and gawk at him for a minute before finally responding back to him. "I guess if that's how you feel, there's no need for me to stay and talk anymore." You say, looking away from him, your wings slowly creeping out of their place against your back to wrap around your self as you slowly slide off the hood of the car.

"Wait, (y/n) that's not what I meant." Dean rushes out, sitting up off the windshield.

You roll your eyes at him before getting up and running away, down the road before hearing Dean run after you so you snap out your wings and take off just as he catches up with you. With powerful strokes you raise higher and higher away from Dean and all your problems for the moment, you can hear Dean yelling at you to come back and let him explain but you ignore these statements and fly off in whatever direction feels right.