Sad Supernatural Imagines

#46 Dean - Part 1: Too Late

Y/N p.o.v:

You sat quietly on the couch in the library of the bunker listening to Dean while he yelled at you.
"Y/N, I can't believe you! I said not to go on the hunt alone and you did anyway! You could have gotten seriously hurt! You could have died!" Dean yelled. You had found a hunt and decided to go on it alone. Of course you had told Dean, but he was quite straight forward. He said no without even sugarcoating it at all. You being you, decided not to listen to him at all. You had went ahead and gone on the hunt. It was easy, but of course Dean had to make it sound like it was one of the hardest hunts in the world. It was a salt and burn hunt. Easy, right? Not to Dean. He had to make such a big deal out of it. You sat there letting Dean blow off some steam. Until he decided to say this:
"I wish you wouldn't disappoint me so much! I ask you to do one thing and you decide to not listen and do it! The next time this happens and you get hurt, I will not be the one to help you! You need to learn to fix your own fucking mistakes instead of letting someone else do it for you!" Dean yelled. You looked at him in disbelief. You stood up with a straight face.
"There won't be a next time." You said and walked off to go and get your stuff. You heard him walk after you.
"Don't you walk away from me!" He said. You ignored him and grabbed your duffle bag. Dean harshly grabbed your wrist and spun you around. You ripped your wrist from his grasp.
"Don't touch me, Winchester." You growled. Dean glared at you before you turned to start packing.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked. You scoffed.
"I'm packing my stuff so I can leave. It's obvious I'm not wanted here." You told him.
"Good! I'm glad you're leaving." He said. You got all of your stuff packed. Clothes, extra shoes, all of your knives and guns, and your laptop with its charger. You slung it over your shoulder and walked out of the bedroom, not even taking a glance at Dean. You went outside and to your car. Before getting in, you turned around and saw Dean with an angry expression. You could see the small tint of hurt and guilt in his eyes and facial features.
"Goodbye, Dean. I hope you remember me 'cause I once meant everything to you and you threw me away. Just know you hurt me. Deeply. And now it's too late to apologize, to make it right, but think of this every time you think of me: Why did you hurt someone whose only intention was to love you?" You told him and with that, you got into your car and left.

~5 years later~

You laughed along with your old friend who you have been staying with for the past 5 years. Y/F/N and you were at a nice diner just getting some lunch before you guys were gonna go hunt down some vamps. It was a small coven of them. About 3 or 4. Easy. You took a sip of your drink and looked up when the bell on the door rang. Your entire body went cold. Your face was pale and you wanted to throw up. There they were. With their leather jackets, combat boots, and flannel. There were the Winchesters. Most of all, Dean Winchester. The guy who took his words like they were a sharp knife and stabbed you in the heart with them. Of course, they wouldn't be able to recognize you. You had changed your look completely. You used to have long blonde hair, never wore makeup, converse, flannels, colored T-shirts, and jeans. Now, you have short hair that is dyed in a blonde to brown ombre, wear loads of makeup, band tees, flannel, combat boots, and ripped jeans. You also have a lip and nose piercing(All at the top). You looked away and at your food. You pushed away the remains of your food, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. You could feel your friend staring at you and the concern in their eyes.
"Hey, Y/N, you okay? You don't look so good." Y/F/N said. You nodded and looked back up at them with a weak smile.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just going to go use the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute.
"Okay." They said. You got up, careful not to make any contact with them, and went to the bathroom. You went in and closed the door. You took a deep breath. You hadn't realized you were holding in your breath. You washed your hands and then dried them off. You walked out, without looking at Dean, and sat back down across from Y/F/N. They looked at you with a little anger and sympathy. They knew about Dean and what had happened. They basically saved your ass from killing yourself, selling your soul, or being reckless on a hunt. They helped you and got you back on your feet.
"You wanna leave? I can get this to go an-" you cut them off.
"No. Its okay. Continue eating. I'm over him." You said with a smile. You never lied to Y/F/N, but this was the one exception you made. Y/F/N believed you surprisingly.
"I know, but it could bring back some memories and-" you cut them off again.
"Stop. Eat. Its fine. Okay?" You said. Y/F/N sighed, but listened and continued to eat. Soon, they were done and you guys were on your way back to the motel. You got out of the car and grabbed your bag. Y/F/N grabbed theirs and went up to get a room. You waited patiently for them to come back with a key, but they were taking a little bit longer than they should've been. You started to get worried. After a few more minutes, you decided to see what was taking them so long. You walked over to where you get the rooms (idk how motels work. Just winging it). You looked around and saw no one there. Not even Y/F/N. You took out your gun and knife from your duffle bag and walked around. You spotted some movement behind the desk. You slowly crept over to the corner and peeked around. You saw the owner tied up with a rag in his mouth. You ran to him and untied him. You took out the rag.
"You aren't one of them are you?!" He whispered frantically. You looked at him in confusion.
"Who?" You asked in a calm, but quiet voice. He looked at you, about to answer, until he looked behind you and his face went pale. You looked behind you and then everything went black.