Supernatural One-shots!

Dean.x.reader I love you....

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Dean had been distant. Now, by distant it's only from you. He is completely normal around Sam, but as soon as you walk into a room he leaves or just stops talking all together. Engaging in conversation was pointless at this point because he only ever answered in grunts or sighs.

It hurt you. It hurt you a lot. You and Dean were best friends, and you, personally, wished for more. He was your go to for anything and everything and now he was pushing you away. You didn't understand, and soon you stopped talking like him. It was always silent except for Sam trying to start co versa toons every now and again, but soon giving up as well.

It soon became exhausting. Things became very hostile during hunts. The only communication given was between you and sam and sam and Dean. That was it. So when you and Dean weren't talking you we're constantly at each others throats. You screamed and yelled. You even punched the impala back window out, and you can imagine how that ended up. It took him weeks to fix because not only did you break the glass but you broke whatever was beneath the door holding it and he couldn't find parts to replace it for a solid 3 or 4 weeks.

But the final straw was when he took your kill. As silly as it sounds, and as innocent as the act may be, you were livid. You felt like at that point hunting was all you had and it was your only way of releasing anger unless you were in the gym with Sam. So the fact that he took the kill you had-

"WHAT THE HELL, WINCHESTER?" You screeched, throwing your machete and duffle bag down next to you. The machete clanked loudly as it hit the hotel floor. Dean froze in his spot, his back turned towards you.

"I HAD THAT KILL! THAT WAS MY KILL! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE THE 'Righteous man' DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE A RIGHTEOUS PAIN IN MY ASS, OKAY?" You yelled, every word stabbing you and him. He was turned around now, face like stone and movements stiff.

"Well maybe if you were a better Hunter this wouldn't have to happen!" He retorted, his face not changing but his tone was hard. Your face twisted and you soon began to move forward as if to charge, but you were soon pushed back by Sam's arm which was held out between the both of you.

Deans face was stern, his eyes almost warning you to try, but you didn't relent. You held your stone cold gaze almost warning him to do the same, and that you'd have no problem knocking him on his ass.

You both were breathing heavily through your nose, and Sam got increasingly worried the more he looked between your icy glares. You gave no sympathy though. You usually would try and not fight with either of them for conflict and Sam's sake but you were too mad to car right now and you refused to look away first.

"What happened?" Sam asked, no removing his arms from in front of you both.

"It's nothing, sammy. (Y/n) is just being a little over dramatic and-"

"IM BEING OVER DRAMATIC?" You shout, an aggravated chuckle burst through like a scoff and you soon had tears of anger biting through. "THATS SO FUCKING RICH COMING FROM YOU, WINCHESTER! HOW BOUT YOU TELL SAMMY AND I HERE WHAT THE FUCK YOUR ISSUE IS! YOU'VE BEEN ACTING LIKE A TOTAL PRICK TO ME FOR MONTHS FOR ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING REASON! WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?"

You had finally burst. Through sobs you were trying to push down and a lump in your throat you were trying to swallow you had finally popped the bottle of emotions you had filled up. You backed away, pacing slowly around as you tried to gain control. You pressed the heels of your palm into your eyes and rubbed harshly, trying to push the tears back in and make them stay.

Dean had no words though, no explanation. He couldn't tell you that it was because he was in love with you and he thought being harsh was the only way to make the feelings go away. You were the gasoline to his fire, you were a walking caution sign. You were a fantastic Hunter with out a doubt, but if you dated it would only increase their chances of dying or getting kidnapped because everyone would be using you to get to him or vise versa.

"Look (y/n)-" he began, but as soon as you removed your palms to reveal your red and teary (e/c) eyes he was a loss for words. He soon fell at a loss for words and a lump was soon about to form in his own throat. He glanced up at Sam and motioned his head towards the door, which was Sam's cue to leave. He nodded, and gave an encouraging smile to him before leaving.

Your glassy eyes never left Dean though. You waited for him to finish what he was going to say. To hear the lame excuse he was going to give for treating you like shit, but you stood in silence. His mouth closing up and down in hesitation, contemplating if tell you was really the best thing to do.

"I-..I'm sorry." Dean breathed out, his arms raised slightly as he spoke but fell limply back at his thighs.

"Why?" You quickly asked.

"It's complicated.." He whispered, you scoffed and the lump in your throat began to well up. You felt like you were suffocation and tears punched their way through unwillingly.

"For me or for you, Dean?" You asked, your voice cracked.

"What else do you want?" He yelled, his voice raising slightly causing anger to boil in you.

"FOR YOU TO TELL THE DAMN TRUTH FOR ONCE, JESUS CHRIST!" You yelled back. His head rested back on his shoulders in shock, his mouth opening and closing again.

"I-.... I-uh...." His voice faltered as you stood with your arms crossed, "I-... I'm really sorry..." He apologized again.

You rolled your eyes, a pained smiled flew across your face at how stupid you were for thinking you could trust a winchester. More of less think you could ever be something more.

"Unbelievable." You muttered, rolling your eyes before quickly grabbing your duffle bag from the floor, this time refusing to make eye contact. "Call me when you finally find your balls."

Dean was staring at the floor. The conflict still going on his mind. As you began to walk away you purposely ran your shoulder into him, and that's when Dean took this opportunity. He grabbed your wrist lightly, making you freeze.

"wait.." He breathed, barely over a whisper, but just enough for you to hear him. You froze and watched as he moved himself to face you. You stared up at him and felt your heart pound as his hand that grabbed your wrist slowly lowered, holding your hand. You sucked in deep, you breaths shaky as your heart increased in speed as you stared at your intertwined fingers.

"Dean..."

"(Y/n)... I love you," Your eyes shot up to meet his.

"You're joking. Look this isn't funny Dean-" you spoke but you were soon cut off from deans hand bring your face up to meet his eyes.

"Look at my face and tell me if I'm lying." He spoke sternly. His tone soft but serious, and in that moment you just knew there was no way he was lying. 

"Look I know that's no excuse for how I treated you. I thought if I pushed you away then they'll go away but..I was so wrong."

You kept your eyes connected, tears of joy streaming down your face.

"Forgive me?" He asked. You nodded enthusiastically and wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, almost like he was scared you were going to disappear or turn to dust if he let go.

"I love you too."