Supernatural Oneshots English -CLOSED-

Why so serious?

I know.

These two words sent to your phone flipped your whole world upside down in seconds. You did the first thing which came to your mind and shot up to throw some stuff into a bag. You zipped it up, took your keys and walked quietly down the hall so no one would wake up. You were about to pass the map-room when the lights went on and you froze.

"You shouldn't knock down anything in your way when you want to run away. Keep that in mind for next time." You turned around to see Dean in his sweatpants, no shirt leaning in the doorframe. "I wasn't...running.", you tried to sound casual and tightened your grip around the bag. "I just got a call from a friend who needs help. I'll be back in no time.", you tried and put a fake smile on your face. "Alright, I'll come with you. Four hands are better than two. Let me just get dressed.", he said and you could obviously see that he wasn't buying it.

"No! I mean, no you can't. It's not a big deal really. Just go back to bed.", you said and this time he crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eybrows judging you.

"Why are you walking out on me?" His hurt voice sent shivers down your spine and you felt guilt rise up in your chest. "I wasn't..", you started but his eyes cut you off because Dean was having none of it.
"Dean...I don't wanna lie to you. Please let me go. I'll be fine.", you said eventually because you had no time.

"If this is what you want...I can't stop you."His voice was broke and not louder than a whisper, he turned around to go but he stopped and you held your breath.

"But I want you to know that I still love you."

You didn't see if he looked at you while saying this or if tears were running down his cheeks because you were already leaving. It was better to leave them behind instead of getting them killed.

***

You've been on the run since that night. And that was now 10 months ago. He almost got you two times and your nerves were on edge. Even the most stable person wouldn't be able to handle this kind of pressure. Maybe you got sloppy because you were tired, maybe you gave up. Because when you woke up in the bunker tied to a chair, blood all over your clothes, you knew something went wrong. The last thing you remember was falling asleep in that crappy motel room. How did you get here? You were looking around expecting the worst but there was nothing. The bunker was silent. Up until now.

"Why so serious?", followed by a maniacal laughter.

Something crawled up your spine as you heared his voice behind you.

"Miss me?" He was standing right infront of you now, grinning like a psycopath.
"What do you want?", was the only thing you could press out while praying that the brothers wouldn't come home.

"Oh you know what I want. I want back what is mine!", he yelled at you but you weren't impressed because you were used to his moods.
"Martin. What - do - you - want?"

His next move was so sudden that it took your brain a longer time to realize the pain sending through your leg where he had stabbed you with a knife.

"YOU!" He yelled into your face twisting the knife in your leg and you couldn't resist crying out in pain.
"I want you and you're loved one's...dead."

Your head shot up and you saw this sparkle in his face and you had difficulties swallowing. He was crazy.
"Martin, please. Take me. Do whatever you want. But please. Leave these people alone.", you begged him meanwhile your brain was searching for an exit out of this situation. He stood up, leaving the knife in your thigh. "See. You've always been a little bitch.", he barked and you avoided eye contact, knowing that it would make him even more furious.
"Martin...baby, please.", you pressed out against your will but he started to laugh maniacally.

"Martin is gone!", he suddenly yelled and looked right into your eyes and you knew why he was able to overcome you, a trained hunter. His eyes were pitch black, just like his soul - no pun intended.

"You didn't."

"Oh baby I did. And it was the best thing I ever did.", he said obviously aroused by that thought. He went back to hus table where he laid down several tools.
"You know, after you left me I felt empty. Lonley. Hurt. Mainly angry. And after months of searching for something to get you back I finally found this piece of paper in one of your books you left behind because you ran away from me. How to summon a crossroads demon. I threw it away at first but it was the last thing left of you. Your handwriting. How could I leave it alone. So I did what I was told from your handwriting", he was organizing something on the table and suddenly he held something which was on fire and he turned around again with a smirk on his face,"and see where it brought me!"
He stepped slowley closer and you pulled at the ropes even harder.

"Martin please! I'm begging you this isn't you! We have a anti-serum for this. You can be you again.", you begged still pulling at the ropes desperatly.
"We? You mean you and the horrible boyfirend of yours? Where is he now, huh? Where is he now?!", he yelled and was dangerously close to your face. You closed your eyes and couldn't stop whining out of fear.

"I'm right here bitch!", you heared the most familiar voice yell and your heart dropped a beat. Martin jumped around and the hot stick which was on fire minutes ago hit your arm and you could not only feel but hear how your flesh burned.

"Get away from her now!", Dean yelled but you could only hear him from a distamce. You felt super dizzy and were about to pass out. The last thing you heared before you did was Martin saying: "I'm gonna make her watch me kill you!"

You didn't know how many hours passed by but when you woke up the room was totally black and you were lying in a bed covered in blankets. You pushed them away and swinged your feed over the edge of the bed. You still felt a little dizzy but you felt no pain which was a good sign.
Castiel must have used his full mojo on you to heal you. You opened the door and stepped out into the hall and looked left and right to orientate. This must be Deans room.

You walked towards the living room where football noises were coming from. And as you guessed by the noises you saw Dean sleeping in the couch, with the Tv on and a beer in his hand. You walked over to him and turned the Tv off and took away his beer before it woud fall out of his hand.
After that you took a blanket and sat down next to him, snuggling into his chest and covering you both with the blanket.

"No matter what Dean...I still love you.", you answered his phrase from a long time ago. The time you left.
His arm around you became a tight hug and you knew he heared you. There was still plenty to talk and fight about but just now you both were enjoying the warmth and love of the other.