Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

The Calm Before the Storm

You supposed what the three of you were doing could be called rest and recovery. At least that's what it seemed like. After retrieving the book, your trio had made it back to the bunker, where both you and Sam had collapsed from exhaustion, soreness, and blood loss. That had been two days ago, and while you were feeling much better, you still lazed about in bed, or the library, never moving far, or saying much. It wasn't because you wanted to be silent, but you needed to observe, because things had gotten a little awkward between the brothers.

Sam had bounced back quickly from his ordeal, drinking orange juice and running seemed to renew his strength quickly. He left the bunker the next day, not returning until late at night. The next morning, you ran into him just as he was planning on leaving again. You had just gotten up, and you knew you looked a fright. Your hair was sticking up everywhere, with just one of Dean's t-shirts hanging almost to your knees your only clothing.

"Morning Y/N!" He chirped at you, and you just stared at him, your eyes almost blank in your foggy state.

"Morning." You mumbled, wanting the coffee you knew was awaiting you in the kitchen.

His smile faltered for a moment, and he stepped closer to you, glancing around the room to make sure you were alone. "Y/N, I've got to go. I have a plan, but I can't work on it here."

That immediately woke you up, and you stopped dead in your tracks. "Wait, a plan? Are you going to talk to Rowena again?" You whispered, your purpose of getting coffee completely forgotten.

He nodded. "Yeah, she's the only lead we have. Her and that book. But don't worry, there's not going to be a way for her to double cross me." He said smugly.

"Sam, she''s a witch!" You argued, your voice climbing at the end, and he shushed you. 

"Y/N, don't you think I know that? But it's a shot worth taking, and I'm careful."

"Give me five minutes. I'll come with, and help you keep an eye on her." You begged, but Sam shook his head, his long hair swinging with the movement. 

"I need you here, keeping an eye on Dean. I know he puts on a good front, but I don't think he's doing as good as he says." He told you, but before you could argue any farther, you heard humming from behind you.

"Damn it, am I the only one awake around here?" You heard Dean grumbling in the hall, before he appeared in the library, and you and Sam took a step apart, trying to look not guilty. Dean's eyes narrowed, before he took a sip of his coffee, his eyes furrowing  in on you over the white lip of the cup. "I guess not. What's going on guys?" 

"Sam was just telling me about another one of his errands, and I was asking if I could go." You told him, not missing the dagger of a look Sam sent your way.

"It's nothing important. And I wanted some time by myself. So I said no." Sam replied, heading towards the door, no doubt wanting to get away from the confrontation.

Dean's answer was to take another sip of his coffee, his eyes glancing between the two of you, and you could shoot Sam. Because now, you were going to have to deal with Dean, while Sam ran off. You didn't blame him for wanting to see if Rowena had found a way to save Dean yet, but you hated the fact that you were left behind to lie to Dean.

You watched dejectedly as Sam stepped out of the bunker, before you turned and silently making your way into the kitchen, needing that cup of coffee more than ever now. You had no idea if Dean followed your or not, and you wished he hadn't, because you needed a little time to compose yourself before you were hammered for information.

Stepping up on your tip toes, you reached for your favorite coffee cup, holding it by the tip of your fingers when "So, do you want to tell me what that was about." Came from behind you. You jumped, Dean surprising you, and the cup slipped through your fingers, and you could only watch as it crashed to the ground, white pieces flying everywhere.