For you (Spn x Male!Reader) [It's Bad, It's Cringy.]

Chapter 8: One final happy morning, please...

The next morning, I was awoken by my stomach's rumbling. It's been a while since I ate something...bacon and eggs sounded good to me. I got up and made my way to the kitchen, where a delicious smell was coming from. It made me smile with nostalgia.

I entered the kitchen, where nobody realized I was there. I saw Bobby with his back turned, cooking. Castiel was beside him, surely trying to figure out how eggs could change with heat. Around the table was Sam on his computer and Dean in front of him cleaning a gun. The atmosphere was tense between the two. I took a step back, ready to leave, suddenly not wanting to confront any of them, but was interrupted by Castiel's voice.

"Good morning [Your name]" he was still looking at what Bobby was making. Sam looked up from his computer and nodded at me with a slight smile. I nodded back and he went back to what he was doing. Dean didn't paid me any attention, not even looking up. He was ignoring me. The Winchester must have had a fight about what happened yesterday...

"I-I'll come back later guys, I'm going to take a shower see ya !"

"Sit." Dean said coldly and I gulped. Sam glanced at him above his computer. I was considering disobeying him and running out of the room.

"Sit" Dean repeated and my body reacted on his own. I took a sit close to Sam. I glanced at the gun in his hand. Even if he shot me by mistake, the memory is still there. A deafening sound, the bullet piercing my skin, burning, my body falling on the ground, the nausea from the pain, the look of despair on everyone's face, the breath caught in my throat, the bad taste of coper in my mouth, struggling to talk, my heart pounding wildly first, before slowly stopping.

I felt a touch on my hand and jerked away. I looked to my right at Sam, who was watching me with a concerned look on his face. I realized that my sweaty hands was trembling and my breath was uneven. I clenched and unclenched my fists a few time, taking deep breath to control myself.

I don't want to talk with Dean again, I don't want to fuck up everything again, I don't want to hear what he has to tell me, I don't want to hear more hurtful words, I don't want to hear him fight with Sam, I don't want to hear what Castiel think of the situation, I don't want to hear anyone. Just a normal morning for once, where Dean is telling jokes and I'm laughing with him. Sam's doing research and scolding us, smiling anyway. Bobby calling us idjits while cooking. I want a morning like that, just one final time...

"What's your plan with Lucifer ?" Dean asked me, acting like nothing has just happened.

"What ?"

"You heard me the first time" he still wasn't looking up. I put my feet on the chair and brought my knees close to my chest.

"I can't tell you, I need to talk about it with Crowley first..."

"And care to say why you can tell him, but not us ?"

"Why, you trusted him too."

"I was counting on killing him after I killed Lucifer. But someone decided that we should be kind to all the freaking demons in Hell !"

"...So you didn't want to respect my last words ? I wanted for you to not hate each other, if you have trouble with your memory."