Supernatural Drabbles *Taking Requests!*

#1 - Dean x Reader (List B)

Not requested, simply posted this on my tumblr awhile back because I was bored :).

By the way, I updated the drabble list on the first chapter! Feel free to check those new ones out and send in a request.

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You knew the moment his brother returned, your life with him was put on a countdown. It was just a matter of time until it reached zero. And so here you stood, arms crossed and tears running down your face; Dean with his duffel-bag over his shoulder, eyes not able to look up at you.

You wipe a tear furiously. "You say it's just one more hunt," You begin. Dean raises his eyes to finally meet yours.

"He needs my help, Y/N."

"Does it have to be your help, specifically?" You ask.

"No," He shrugs. "But..."

You raise your hand to cut him off. "Don't blame this on him, Dean. I know you've been itching to go back to that life," You let out a sigh. "I thought with time... you could learn to adapt to this type of life with me," You chuckle and shake your head at the idea that you of all people could manage to successfully take Dean Winchester out of the hunter life. What a ridiculous mission you had put yourself on.

"Y/N..."

"It's fine, Dean," You shake your head, not wanting to listen to anymore from him. "But just so we're clear," You wipe another set of tears that were beginning to roll down your face as you muster up the courage to say your next sentence.  "If you walk out right now, it's over for us."

Dean takes in your condition. It pained him to hurt you like this, but you'd been right. The "apple pie life" just wasn't cut out for him. And as much as Dean loved you, he knew he'd just put you through a lifetime of situations like this. Staying meant a lifetime of misery for you, and he couldn't be selfish. He knew very well, he couldn't have it both ways. 

So he takes a few steps towards you. The look in Dean's eyes telling you exactly what you needed to know without him having to speak a word. You drop your head once he reaches you, closing your eyes as he softly presses his lips against your head.

And suddenly he isn't there; you wait for the latch on the door to click before letting yourself break down.