Supernatural Imagines

Imagine Dean breaks down around you

Even though I'm a Castiel kinda gal, I missed Dean, so here's one for you lot! Sorry I haven't been on recently, my Sherlock account needed attention. So did my Doctor Who account, and my personal one, so yeah. Sorry.

It was just any normal case. Sam and Dean fought, then you three got drinks, and back to the bunker. Sam being pissed at Dean, immediately left to go into town for some 'supplies', leaving you and the older Winchester. You knew he saw you as a little sister, but you wouldn't help falling for him. He was... Perfect, to say the bare minimum. But unlike him, Dean stayed in his room. You did this, that, and the other, before deciding to check on him. You entered his room, and he was just lying there. His still figure staring up at the ceiling. He looked... Upset?
"Dean, is something wrong?" You asked timidly. He started fighting with himself again. He didn't want to show how weak he was, especially to you, but so much was wrong...
"Nope, I'm just peachy." He said a little too quickly, and a little too sarcastically. His handsome features were stoic, and his eyes were glazed over. You say next to his statuesque body, and he couldn't help the jolt of electricity that went through him as you did. He knew you would never feel towards him what he felt towards you, the longing to feel your petite, soft, yet somehow calloused hands, that could take Sam down with a single blow, in his much larger, rough ones.
"Dean. What's wrong?" You commanded, your sympathetic tone still there, but secondary. He took one look at you, the bloody scratch on your cheek, and the scar seared into the soft flesh on your arm. He couldn't keep his cool. Like a bomb reaching the end of it's timer, tears and sobs exploded from him. He sat up, next to you, and the walls he spent years building were nothing more than dust, taken by the east wind.
"Sam hates me, the person I love, I may as well not exist to, I can never do anything right, and, oh, yeah, this entire bull is hopeless!" He raged. It hurt to hear him talk about someone he loved, but you but your tongue.
"I know. I know it seems futile, and that the world is against you, but you just to keep moving. You've got people who love and care for you Dean. Sam doesn't hate you, he's upset. You keep sacrificing yourself, and we both know why. You need to let us in, Dean. We want to help. Sam and I always let people in to help us, and he just doesn't see why you keep putting this on yourself. Like it's your fault. He wants to help, Dean, but he doesn't know how when you won't let him in. As for that person not seeing you, make them. Tell them how you feel, and if they don't feel the same, that's there loss. Nothing is futile when you have hope, got it? And you, Dean Winchester, can do absolutely anything. I've seen it. You've stopped gods, put the devil back in his cage, and even stopped the biggest bad to ever bad. You can do absolutely anything!" You hugged his shoulders reassuringly, and if you didn't know better, you'd say he melted into your touch. His face was tears stained, his lip quivering, and his hair an absolute mess, but you still found him absolutely amazing.
"It's weird, you know?" He said, trying to lighten his own mood. Another thing you loved about him. You smiled softly, and your eyes watched his every breath.
"What is?" He moved his head so his emerald eyes were staring into the abyssal e/c ones that were yours.
"You were one person I never wanted to let see any weakness, yet you're the only one who has never judged me for having it." He chuckled, but it was raspy and painful from dry sobs that had recently passed the same lips.
"Dean, our weaknesses are what make us strong. Everything that you think makes you weak, is one more thing I have to love about you..." You realized what you just said, and flushed to match the colour of the dried blood on your cheek. Dean's eyes widened as he looked to you for confirmation. You just stared back, unknowing of what to say. Without warning, he kissed you, full on. You were shocked, and it took you a few moments, but you soon pulled your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The taste of salt from tears was a little odd, but you loved the feeling of his lips fitting onto yours like they were two halves of the same whole. You guys broke apart, but it only took a few minutes for you to be joined again. This pattern repeated, until Sam got home, neither of you even realizing he was. He came to Dean's room to apologize, but it didn't exactly take long for him to realize what had happened, seeing his brother's red puffy eyes, and the fact you two were connected at the lips.
"Well, he finally did something that he should've done a long time ago. Check that off the list." Sam smirked, and you felt heat rise to Dean's cheeks as they became red as a can of doctor pepper, not to mention splotchy from the mixed emotions. You pulled away, and looked at Dean.
"Hey, it wasn't perfect, but it was definitely worth it." You both just stared into the other's eyes, completely content with your lives.