Supernatural OneShots

Don't Leave Me

I slink down the metal stairs of the bunker, my face already contorting with depression. I’m attempting to hold in the waterworks, but when I get to the bottom step and see Sam at the table, I explode. With tears streaming down my face, I run to the room I share with Dean, barely hearing Sam ask me what happened.

I shut the door, locking it quickly, and grab one of my bags off the floor, stuffing clothes in it. I can barely see what I’m doing, my eyes stinging from the salty tears of my bitterness.

A knock on the door interrupts my hoarse sobbing, the voice on the other side of the door asking, “Ally, you alright?”

I stutter out, “Leave me alone, Sammy!”

He replies, “Well, I’m sorry I’m worried about you, okay? You run through the bunker, crying, and expect me to not try to do something about it?”

I don’t answer, because he just made another wave of tears hit me with full force. I slide down the side of the bed, and put my head in my hands, continuing my gross sobbing.

A few moments later, there’s another knock at the door. I roll my eyes, and spit, “Go away, Sam!”

I hear the door handle jiggle, then a soft click that makes me stand up quickly. He walks in, throwing the key to the side as he shuts the door, saying, “Well for one thing, you locked yourself in our room. Second, I’m not Sammy.”

I mutter, “Clearly.”

He continues, “Thirdly, if I see my princess crying, there’s nothing that can stand in my way of finding out what’s wrong, and fixing the problem.”

I zip up the bag, and he adds, sounding a bit disappointed, “You’re leaving?” I slip the bag strap on my shoulder, muttering, “Yeah.”

As I walk towards the door, Dean steps between me and my exit. I shift to the side, and he follows. I do the other side. Same result. “Dean, please...I have to go.” I sniffle.

He says, sternly, “Oh, you’re not going anywhere...not until you tell me what’s wrong.” I pout, making him add, “And your cute little face isn’t going to help you out of this one.”

He gives me a caring look, and opens his arms out to me. Just like that, I fall to pieces in his arms, sobbing, “I don’t wanna leave...believe me, Deanie, I don’t...it’s...my father...he thinks...he doesn’t…”

He pets my hair, holding me close, and says with a soothing voice, “He what, princess?”

I stutter, spitting tears, “He-he thinks you’re j-just an infatuation...h-he s-says it c-concerns him…” I’m soaking his shirt in tears, and to be completely honest, I don’t think he really cares.
He sits down on the bed, with me in his lap, as he rubs my back, trying to calm me down. I wrap my arms around his neck, and lay my head on his shoulder, feeling like a child that just lost their goldfish.

“Does he know that I’m actually a person? A person who cares deeply about his daughter, and protects her to no end?”

I sniffle, replying, “I...I dunno…”

Dean lays down on his back, pulling me on top of him, his arms wrapped around me. He whispers into my hair, “Now, I’m sure if he knew that, he’d be okay with me, wouldn’t he?”

I whimper, pitifully, “No, he’d probably be more worried about us being physical.”

He chuckles, replying, “Well, he should be. You know I can’t stand any other girl, except you.”

I smile a little, sniffling, “R-really?”

He kisses my hair, whispering, “Of course, princess.” I kiss his cheek, and he smiles, adding, “So...will you stay?”

I pretend to think about it, saying, “Hmm...maybe I will…”

He begs, “Please? I’ll do anything…”
I giggle, replying, “Okay, okay! I’ll stay...but only because you’re so convincing...and adorable.”

He nuzzles his face in my neck, kissing me all over, making me giggle and squeal like a child. He flips us over, pinning me under him, and whispers, his mouth just centimeters away from mine, “That’s my girl.”