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You sighed and downed another shot of whisky as you looked around your trashed room from a fit of rage and sorrow, tears streaming down your face as you though of what was to come in less than an hour. Of course you didn't regret selling your soul to a crossroads demon because if you hadn't, Dean wouldn't be alive now. Oh, Dean. The Winchester brother that you had fallen in love with against your best efforts.
Being a hunter, you never really thought that you could have a relationship with anyone, it was just to risky. Eventually someone was bound to die and leave you alone or you would be the one dying and causing pain to others. And that's not what you want. But things never really worked out for you it seemed.
You had met the Winchesters while on a hunt in South Carolina, working a vampire case. They had caught wind of the case and the three of you decided to work together on it. The brothers had asked you to hunt with them because they thought that maybe it would be a good idea to have an other addition to the team, plus you saved their sorry asses when they had screwed up. You wanted to say no, but in the short time you had known them, you had fallen for the older Winchester. And look where that got you. You had fallen in love with the green eyed idiot and on a hunt with just the two of you, he got himself killed. You were heart broken and couldn't stand the pain and how were you supposed to go back to Sam and tell him that his brother was dead?
So you made a deal and sold your soul. You lost your soul and was granted with Deans' life with no recollection of his death and three more years. It was less than half what you were supposed to be given but as long as Dean was alive, you really didn't care. So you sucked it up and knew that now you could never tell Dean how you felt. You knew he didn't feel the same. He would always bring home girls from bars and sleep with them in the room a couple doors down the hall from your room, and it was slowly killing you, though you would never show it.
There was a knock at your door and you looked up from your desk and glass of whisky, silently praying that who ever it was would go away. You didn't want the boys to see this way. You were always put together and never appeared to be sad or angry, you had always put on a smiling face for the boys no matter what.
"Y/N? Hey you in there?"
You cursed under your breath and poured another shot of whisky.
"What do you want, Dean." Your voice came out cold yet full of emotion. You heard the door handle being jiggled by Dean and you smiled thankful that you had locked the door.
"Y/N, open the door." His voice had hardened and you knew that he had sensed that something was wrong by now causing more tears to fall down your cheeks, flushed with color from the alcohol.
"Just go away, Dean."
"What's wrong, Y/N? You don't sound like yourself. Open the door."
You suddenly became very emotional and anger erupted in you in a burst of energy causing you to stand up and throw the shot glass you where holding at your door.
"I told you to go away! Why can't you just leave me alone? Stop acting like you care, Dean!" You shouted at him through the door, before you fell to the ground on your knees with a loud sob. You heard the door being kicked open and a pair of arms wrapping around you, but you pushed them away.
"Y/N. What happened in here? What's wrong? I've never seen you like this and truthfully, it scares me. Talk to me, please." Dean asked trying to search for a reason that you were in this state.
