Sad Supernatural Imagines

#4 Dean - Part 1: Fighting

•Edited•

Y/N p.o.v:

You were sitting in the car waiting for Dean. The hunt didn't go as planned. You had gone alone when Dean specifically said not to. You had almost gotten Sam killed. Werewolves were easy to kill. Or so you thought. They were easy to kill with help. Dean hadn't said a single word to you after he told you to go wait in the car. You sat in the back seat with your head down in shame. The car doors opened and one slammed shut harder than the other had, which meant Dean was pissed. You had feelings for Dean, but never told him. He cared more for his brother than you anyway so why even bother telling him? He wouldn't care. Sam knew of course, but he promised not to tell.
"Dean, I'm-" You didn't have time to finish the apology because Dean interrupted.
"Shut up, Y/N! Do not open your fucking mouth. You almost got Sam killed! What the hell!? I thought you were an amazing hunter, well apparently, I thought wrong!" He sneered. You eyes pricked with tears. You shut your mouth and stared at your lap.
"Why do you fuck everything up?" He yelled. You flinched and just stayed silent. Dean stopped in front of the motel that you had been staying at. You got out, grabbing your bag as well, and headed inside your room. You left the door open because you knew Dean was going to want to yell at you more. You hated it, but you were used to it. You had depression as a child, but had gotten better. Ever since your parents died, it came back. You never mentioned it to Sam or Dean though. They already had problems of their own.
"You almost got Sam killed, Y/N! Why couldn't you have just waited for us like you were supposed to!" He asked. You spun around to look at him.
"Because I thought I could do it on my own! But I was wrong! Happy?" You yelled. Dean glared at you.
"Yeah, I am! You're always wrong! And fucking useless! I don't even know why I ever thought of letting you come with us! You only get in the way!" He yelled. You stared at him. He never called you useless. Not even when you guys usually fought.
"Dean! How could you say that?" Sam asked. Sam ran to your side, in an attempt to comfort you after Dean's insult, but you just moved away from him.
"If I only get in the way, then I guess I should leave since that's obviously what you want." You whispered.
"Yeah it is, so you should." Dean sneered. You grabbed your bag and ran out the door to your car. You opened the door, throwing your bag into the passenger seat and then slid into the driver's side. You slammed the door and started the car, quickly driving away from the motel. You rummaged through you bag and got out your phone. You turned off the GPS so they wouldn't be able to find you. You drove the opposite way of the bunker and just kept driving, not knowing where you were going.

~a year later~

It had been around a year since you had left the boys. You changed your innocent girl look to a completely bad ass kind of look. You used to wear skinny jeans and colored shirts with flannels sometimes. You'd wear little to no makeup and you'd wear converse. Your long brown hair, that had natural highlights, was usually down except for going on hunts. Now, you wear ripped skinny jeans, crop tops, make-up, and lace up boots. (At top.) Your hair was now cut short with some blonde highlights. If you had ever run into Sam and Dean, you didn't want them to recognize you. You had just gotten done from hunting a windigo. You were at a bar drinking some beer when the door opened. You looked over and almost spit out your drink. There they were; the Winchesters. You ignored them, in hopes that they wouldn't come sit by you. You had already downed the entire bottle of beer because of how much anxiety was pulsing through you.
"You need another, Miss?" The bartender asked.
"Yeah." You mumbled. He brought you another and you downed that one immediately.
"Slow down there or you might choke." A gruff voice said from behind you. The voice made you freeze. You slowly turned around. There he was. With those green eyes and a smirk that you had missed for so long.
"Well, I guess thats my problem then, isn't it?" You said. Dean's smirk faded into a frown.
'Please don't remember me! Please don't remember me!' You silently chanted in your head.
"I feel like I know you from somewhere." He said. You shook your head.
"Nope. Probably not." You said quickly. Dean shook his head and smiled.
"You're right. Anyway, what's your name?" He asked. You hesitated.
"Brittney." You said. You had to think of another name other than the one you usually used when you tried to get a one night stand when you were with the boys, but you didn't want a one night stand with Dean.
"Well, how 'bout I get you another beer, sweetheart?" He asked with a small smirk. You shook your head.
"Sorry. I plan on leaving tomorrow; bright and early, and a one night stand isn't really what I want nor need right now." You told him. His smirk faded away and eventually morphed into a frown.
"Well, it was nice meeting you." Dean said as you hopped off the stool. You threw money at the bartender.
"Yeah. Same to you." You said as you walked out of the bar. You got to your car (It was a new one. You left your old one on the side of the road.) and got in. You started it and drove out of there. You reached the motel you had been staying at and got out of your car, bringing your bag with you. You walked into your room and shut the door, locking it. You threw your bag on the bed and went to the bathroom and shut the door.

~after your shower~

You wiped off the excess make up, that you hadn't been able to get off in the shower, with a makeup wipe. You wrapped the towel around your torso and walked out of the bathroom. You almost screamed as you saw 2 familiar men standing by your bag, sifting through it. Of course it was Sam and Dean.
"What the hell are you doing?" You yelled.
"Uh, you might wanna explain." Sam said. He looked uncomfortable.
"Really, Sam?" Dean said in disbelief. His brother shrugged.
"Well, uh, you see, this isn't what it looks like!" Dean said. You rolled your eyes.
"Yeah, it does! Why are you even here, Dean!" You asked. He looked at you with shock. Fuck.
"How do you know my name?" He asked. You held your towel closer to your body.
"Uh, that wasn't supposed to slip out." You mumbled. You laughed nervously.
"I asked you a question!" Dean said loudly. You flinched. You still had a problem with people yelling at you, but that was all because of Dean.
"You said you knew me from somewhere at the bar. Well, that fight in the motel about a year ago is somewhere." You said nervously. Dean stared at you.
"Y/N?" He asked. You nodded.
"Yep. It's me." You said. You walked towards your clothes and picked out shorts and a Metallica band shirt. You went back into the bathroom to put them on. You came back out dressed. You walked to the bed and shoved all of your stuff back inside. Dean was still standing there. Sam must have gone back to the Impala.
"Where the hell have you been?" He asked. You sighed in frustration and looked at him.
"Away from you." You snapped. He looked hurt when you said that.
"Y/N-" you interrupted him.
"No, Dean! Just fuck off! I left for a reason. I left because you wanted me to, remember? I was always in the way and just useless! So fucking leave! I'm better on my own." You yelled. It was a lie. You weren't better on your own. Hunting, yeah, but when it came to needing someone there for you when things got better, no. And that was happening a lot lately. You had a hard time keeping yourself out of going to a crossroads demon just so you could let them kill you.
"I didn't mean all those things, Y/N. I'm sorry I called you useless. You were never in the way, either. It's just that, Sam had gotten hurt and Sam always comes first, ya know?" He said. You laughed bitterly.
"Oh, yeah. I know. I know very well that he always comes first. In fact, I know that too well." You sneered. Dean's brow furrowed in confusion.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked. You scoffed.
"I mean that every time Sam was hurt, you always tended to his wounds before mine. No matter how bad mine were, you'd always tended to him first. I almost died one time because of that. And Sam was hardly even scratched! I had to drive myself to Bobby's so he could stitch me up! And when I got back all I got was yelled at!" You screamed while tears were rolling down your face. Dean's face twisted in pain.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"And you know what's even worse? It's worse that I took it all in. The insults, the yelling, the anger. Even if it hurt me, even though I already was dealing with shit of my own, I did it all just because I loved you. I loved you, Dean! I didn't want to leave. But you asked me to. I swore to myself never to argue back, I swore to myself that I'd do anything to make you happy and if leaving was what you wanted, then there you go. I left because I love you, Dean." You told him. Dean stared at you.
"You love me?" He asked. You turned away.
"I dont want to. I want to hate you. I've tried and tried to hate you, but I can't. My feelings just won't go away." You whispered.
"Y/N-" your interrupted him.
"Please just go. I can't- I can't be around you right now." You said brokenly.
"Okay." Dean whispered and left without another word.

A/N:

This was getting too long, but I'm making a part 2.