Supernatural OneShots

I Love You No Matter What

Warning: You might cry. Just saying. Unless you're heartless *cough cough*

I run into the bunker, not caring if Dean or Sam sees me, and flop down on my bed in the other room, after slamming the door. I sob into the pillows, wishing I wasn't so sensitive. But I am, unfortunately. 

My mascara stings my eyes, so I grab a few tissues and wipe my eyes, making it a little worse. It just makes me cry even harder, producing the weirdest noises from my mouth. 

There's a knock on the door, and I groan, "Go away...leave me alone..."

The door opens, and a voice says, "Now you know I can't do that when I see my princess upset."

I bury my face in the pillow. Of course he's not going to leave me alone; that's just his personality. It's kind of annoying sometimes. 

I feel the bed sink down a little, then there's a hand on my back, and two fingers rubbing small circles into my now revealed skin. The voice says, "Baby, what's wrong? What happened?"

I mumble, then he adds, his lips next to my ear, blowing my hair a little, "Come on, princess, you can tell me."

I sniffle, then turn so I can see him. His green eyes gaze down at me with concern. I say, "These girls at the bar were making fun of me.I was trying to focus on getting the info for the case, but I heard them say that I don't deserve you; that you're too good for me. They said that they don't know why you're with me, because I'm too weird and unattractive to be your girlfriend."

I sob some more, and his arms wrap around me somehow, even though I'm lying down completely. 

He says, "Baby, I'm sorry that these girls are bullying you over this. They're probably just trying to fill their own void. They're probably jealous, I don't know. You can't let them get to you, Als, they just want you to be upset. The truth is I don't think I deserve you. You're kind and sweet, and you stay positive most of the time, even when Sam and I don't."

I blurt, "They made fun of my appearance, Dean! They said I'm too fat, my hair isn't right, my makeup looks stupid, and I'm just too awkward for life! What am I supposed to say to that when I think the same way!?"

Dean says, "Why do you think that way, baby?"

"Stop calling me baby. That's your car. If you loved me, then you wouldn't let this happen! You love your stupid car more than you love me! Hell, it's prettier than I am, anyway!"

Dean says, looking a little shocked and hurt, "But I do love you, Ally. I thought you knew that. I love you so much that I haven't even thought of another girl! I was doing that for you!"

I start, "Well...", but I end up just staring at him for a minute. His eyes say that he's not lying, but then again, he always looks like that. My mind so scrambled right now, I can't even think straight.

He says, after a few moments of silence, "I love you, Ally. I love your hair, laugh, eyes, face, arms, thighs, legs, stomach, collarbone, smile, kindness, everything. Princess, size doesn't matter to me. I've been with skinny girls, and I have to say they're just too small. But you...your body feels like it fits perfectly with mine. I don't care about size. It depends on the girl's personality. I mean, yes, looks matter a little bit, but do you think I would lie about you being beautiful?"

I nod slightly, and he shakes his head, saying, "I wouldn't. I would never lie to you about that, or anything rather."

I keep crying, but it's silent, except for little hiccups of me trying to breathe. Dean holds me against his chest, stroking my hair,  leaning his cheek against my head. He doesn't say anything else, he just lets me cry into his black t-shirt. 

I say, clutching his shirt, "I'm sorry, Dean, I just can't handle the bullies sometimes. It hurts more than it should. They stab you, then keep twisting the knife every day.They'll never stop, those high-heeled popular girls. All I do is just hide it inside, until it starts to seep out, like today."

He says, "I know, princess, you can't do much, and unless they're demons, Sam and I can't do anything either. You've gotta' stay strong, okay? I know you can do it, babe, you are strong. I'll always be here for you to vent to, that's a for sure thing."

I say, laughing a little, "You actually like my stomach? And my thighs?"

He smiles, saying, "Heck yeah I do. You really think that I would say that to someone that I didn't think was the most gorgeous being that I've ever seen in my entire life?"

I smile, saying, "You really mean that?"

He smiles back, making me get that weird feeling in my chest. 

I go back to my pout, and say, "You just expect me to melt in your arms after you say things like that?"

He smiles, and I try to deny it, but I do melt into his arms like chocolate in heat. He looks at me with those bright green eyes, then kisses me like it's the first time ever. 

His lips are my escape from all of my issues in life. I forget about everything that's wrong with my existence, and lean into him as if he's the only reason I'm still breathing. And he is, actually. 

The many times I've tried to 'disappear', he always finds a way to keep me here with him. Meanwhile, I take out my issues on all of the creatures I slaughter with my two boys.  It's my coping method, so to speak. But they both keep a close eye on me most of the time.

He whispers, after breaking the kiss, "Can I please keep calling you baby?"

I giggle breathily, and say, wrapping my arms around his neck, "Yeah; I actually love the sound of it coming out of your mouth. All of your nicknames for me are so cute."

He says, "Because you're cute. No wait, you're beautiful. Not just cute. Beautiful."

I say, "I'm sorry that I dump all of my issues on you; I know you have your own, but I-"

"No, no, no, sweetheart, it's okay. I'm always here for you. I'll never leave you, I swear. I'll always protect you, even if you don't realize it." 

I smile, then give him a few kisses on the lips, each time pulling away, then coming right back because I need him.  I bite my lip cutely, smiling, and saying, "I'm glad you're mine, Deano."

He says, "I love you. And believe it or not, I'd be a mess without you."

I say, smirking, "I know. You'd be at a bar, wasted, and looking for some poor girl to get with."

"But I'd be thinking about you the entire time I'm there. I'd never forget you. And I definitely never will. I need you like Sam needs his hair. Well-"

I laugh, saying, "I got it. You need me. I need you. Let's stay together forever. Please?"

He says, laying down next to me on the bed, and letting me snuggle up into his chest, "I'd love that, princess."

I smile, and reply, "I love you, my prince. My knight in a bloody military jacket."

He laughs, and we stay like that, both of us falling asleep in each other's arms.