Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader - So Cold (Part 3)

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1334

Summary: You are a hunter dating Dean Winchester. The two of you love each other and everything is perfect, until one day Dean tells you something that will change your relationship forever. (Based on "So Cold" by Ben Cocks) 

Warnings: ANGST, drinking, sadness, swearing... 

A/N: The long anticipated part 3 is finally here! This part is a little different than the other ones and it contains flashbacks of your relationship with Dean. FEEDBACK IS MUCH APPRECIATED!

Enjoy!

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You gripped the glass in your hand harder as you stared down at the amber liquid inside of it. Music and muffled talking could be heard all around you. People were chatting and dancing. You got a few dance offers yourself, but turned them all down. You weren't exactly in the mood for that kind of thing tonight. 

In the past months this has become your scene. You'd usually dance a bit, talk a bit and if luck was on your side - get laid later on. But not today.It was crazy how one short minute you were fine and the next you had to deal with Dean Winchester's bullshit again. Couldn't he just leave me the fuck alone?

There was a time, a few weeks back, when you actually thought that you'd be able to move on, but then he had to come back in your life. And obviously that's not bad enough, because he had to go and bring his new 'girlfriend' along. Life just could not be better for you at this point now, could it?

It made you mad, not only because it wasn't you who he kissed and held like that anymore, but you had that little voice in your head that told you he thought he was somehow a better hunter than you, because at the beginning of your relationship Dean would never bring you along on hunts, claiming it was 'too dangerous' even though you were a hunter long before you met him and Sam. 

"You are not going, Y/N. End of discussion."

"What?!" - you couldn't believe it, you had just found a case which looked a lot like a poltergeist, a few states over and Dean was about to bench you again.

"I said you're not going and that's it!" - you didn't even budge at the slight change in his tone. Frustration ran over his features as you crossed your arms over your chest and furrowed your brows at him.

"You do realize I'm a fucking hunter too, right?" - you said with a slight chuckle. 

"I know, Y/N, I just don't want you to get hurt!" 

"That's exactly what you said last time, Dean! I'm not just going to stay put while you and Sam go around risking your lives." - you were screaming now, your face red and full of anger - "Wait. Do you think I'm not good enough to come with you? Do you think I'm not a good hunter? Is that what this is?"

"What? No! I never said that, Y/N!" 

"Whatever." - you said, brushing him off and going to your room, locking the door behind you.

Dean Winchester always knew how to get on your last nerve. He'd always been so stubborn, but so were you. And with that being said, things weren't always peachy between the two of you. Actually, nearing the end of your relationship, things were rarely flowing nicely. And when they were, it was no doubt amazing, but short lived and would usually end in a huge fight followed by mind blowing make up sex. 

You loved him with all you had. You still love him. But he's moved on, found someone else, someone that he considered better than you. 

I mean, that's why he lets her tag along on hunts, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of your phone in your pocket. 

'Where r u?'

Sam.

Of course. He always made sure you're safe and sound, always looked after you. Just like his brother. 

'Bar.' - you replied, not bothering to tell him which one. 

Not like you wanted company, anyway. You weren't even looking to hook up this time, you were there to drink and forget, and not being in the same motel as Dean helped with that. 

You hated that you had to be so close to him. You hated that you had to share the same wall with him. A thin wall. You didn't want to even think what he and that Tiffany do in the bedroom, let alone hear it. It made you sick to your stomach, picturing him doing all the things he used to do to you, all the things you used to love, to her.

'Which one?' - you took a quick glance at your phone with a sigh, and then back at the now empty glass in your trembling hands. 

You thought about answering him, but decided against it. He'll figure it out.

A glass and a half later, you found yourself thinking about the older Winchester again. 

The moment you woke up, you were met with two beautiful green eyes, gazing into your own. 

"Hey." - you let out, your voice almost a whisper and a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

"Good morning, beautiful."- you blushed slightly at the nickname he choose and scooted closer to him - your faces inches away from each other, his breath on your lips. He tilted his head forward and places a chaste kiss on your lips.

"What do we have planned for today?" - you ask.

"Well, we have today off. No hunts." - you felt a smile creep up as you heard that. No hunts meant more time with Dean.- "So, I was thinking maybe a night in? We could watch movies and eat junk. How's that sound?" - you looked up and leaned in to kiss him again, this time making it last a little bit longer that the last one. 

"Perfect."

Your eyes welled up with tears as the memory faded away. The thought of never being able to be this close to him, to love him, crossed your mind again and a single tear escaped your eye and fell down straight in the empty glass. 

You lifted your hand up to catch the bartender's attention and he came over to you.

"I think you've had enough for tonight." - he stated

"You think? Well, I'm not paying you to think. Pour me another one. Matter of fact, leave the bottle this time." - you realized that sounded a little douche-baggy, but thankfully you had just enough alcohol in your system to not care about that. 

"I'm not going to. Now, give me your phone. We'll call somebody to come pick you up." - you chuckled at that - "Well, good luck with that. I have nobody." - you said, handing over your phone.

He quickly scrolled through your phone and dialed a number in your contact list.

The person on the other line picked up and the bartender explained the situation to them. 

"Okay, I won't give her any more alcohol until you come get her." - you stood up and reached over the bar to try and yank the bottle out of his grip, but he was quick to pull it away. 

"Nope. You are not getting anymore booze tonight." - you rolled your eyes and let out a huff. 

"C'mon, just one shot. I promise, I won't tell anyone." - you pleaded with a wink, followed by a drunken hiccup. - "No. Now, sit down." - he said, his voice stern, but calm. You obeyed and sat back down with a noticeable pout on your features.

 About 10 minutes passed and the bar door swung open. You didn't even notice when the person walked up behind you or when he placed one large hand on your shoulder, but it was almost like you sobered up when you heard him speak up to the bartender.

"I'll take over from here. Thank you." 

Dean.