Sad Supernatural Imagines

#52 Dean - I'm sorry

Y/N p.o.v:

You had liked, well, loved Dean for a really long time. Ever since you met him. Yeah, Sam was attractive and kind and everything a girl would want, but you don't know what it was about his brother. Dean just had this- this spark that ignited something in you to be so attracted to him. It sounds so cheesey, but any physical contact with him was like fireworks exploding wherever he touched. Sam had figured it out a while ago that you had a thing for Dean. When Dean had gone to take a shower, Sam made sure to sit you down and have a real talk with him. You had denied it many times, but gave up when he threatened to tell Dean.

~flashback~

"Y/N, do you like Dean?" He asked skeptically. You panicked slightly.
"Heh. What?! No! I- no. I don't- I don't like Dean!" You said. Sam narrowed his eyes at you.
"Don't lie, Y/N." He said. You gulped.
"I'm not lying!" You said, trying to convince him. He glared.
"I'll tell Dean that you do if you don't tell me." He said. You definitely did not want that.
"Fine! I do like him. Happy?" You mumbled. Sam smiled and nodded.
"You should tell him." He told you. You looked at him with fear in your eyes.
"I can't do that. He likes hot bitches and one night stands! He's never going to like a girl like me." You said. Sam rolled his eyes.
"He likes you too, Y/N. Just find some way to try and communicate with him. Like take different languages and put 'I love you' in each language." He suggested. You looked down and pondered over his idea. You heard a quiet grunt meaning he was standing up, and then felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see a smiling Sam. He patted your should lightly and then left to go to his room.

~flashback over~

You, Sam, and Dean were on a hunt. Sam had gone to get some food and Dean was in the shower. You had left a small note on Dean's nightstand that said 'ik hou van je' which is 'I love you' in Dutch. You were at the table reading some lore to try and figure out what monster you were gonna gank, but couldn't focus because you were listening for the bathroom door to open and for Dean to come out. After about 10 minutes of anxiously waiting, you heard the door finally open. You heard Dean walk over to his bed and then a small chuckle.
"Hey, Y/N. Some guy who had this motel room before us left a note that was probably for some girl, but was left here instead. It says 'I love you' in Dutch. I don't know why this got me. But its friggen' hilarious." Dean said. You turned around and to see Dean looking at the note and laughing. You felt hurt, but didn't show it. You faked a smile and forced a small laugh to come out.
"Heh. Probably some really cheesey guy. Saying 'I love you' in another language. Unless he speaks Dutch, but that's a different story." You said softly. Dean chuckled and then crumpled the piece of paper and threw it in the trash bin. It kinda felt like he had just crumpled your heart up and threw it away. After this, you had done it many times. Text messages and hand written notes in many other languages. Mostly on hunts, but sometimes when you guys were at the bunker. Sam knew and was happy you listened to him, but was starting to get a little frustrated because his brother hadn't caught on yet. Dean was starting to get suspicious and asked you and Sam if it was either of you. Sam glared at his brother and always said no. You just made yourself look innocent and said I don't know. But today Dean had enough.
"Okay! I've had enough of this bullshit! Tell me who has been leaving notes that say 'I love you'! Its not a joke! One of you 2 confess! Because I doubt its Cas 'cause Cas is never here!" Dean yelled in anger. You looked down and felt tears start to brew.
"Yeah. It was me. So what?" You said quietly. You looked up and saw Dean's angry expression.
"What do you mean so what?! You almost drove me crazy with your stupid little game!" He yelled. This hurt you deeply.
"You think it was just a little game, Dean? You think I would send all of those messages and little notes of just 3 words for a laugh? To make a game out of it? You really don't catch on very well, do you?" You growled.
You turned away, hair falling in your face so that it covered your glossy eyes and quivering chin. You couldn't see Dean's expression, but it was contorted in, now, confusion and anger. There was a long silence, almost eternal like, until Dean decided to break it.
"What?" He questioned.
You sighed sadly and shook your head, walking out of the kitchen and to your room. After locking the door, you crawled into your bed and under the covers. You deleted all of the messages to Dean while sobbing quietly. A little while later, a banging started at your door.
"Y/N. Please. Open the door." Dean's voice called. It was muffled by the thickness of your door. He tried the handle and groaned. You stayed silent.
"Please! I need to talk to you!" He pleaded. You wiped away a tear.
"It's okay, Dean. There is no need. I'm leaving tomorrow. You won't ever see me again. You won't have to put up with my 'little games' anymore. You can just forget about everything. You can forget about me." You said brokenly. The doorknob jiggled more. After a moment, the door creaked open.
'Should have bought that pad lock.' You thought while you heard his boots pad along the hard cement that made up of your floor and then stop at the foot of you bed. You held your breath as he sat down and sighed.
"Y/N, if you're awake, I just hope you hear this, but just try and listen. I don't want you to leave I want you to stay with me and Sammy. But most of all I want you to stay with me." He paused, seeing if you would say something. When you didn't say anything, he continued.
"I got mad because I thought you were doing it as a joke and I didn't think that saying you love someone is a joke. But, Y/N, I like you. No, that isn't the right term. I love you. So, I thought you were pulling my leg, but now I see that you weren't. I'm sorry, Y/N. Please, please don't leave me and Sam. Don't leave me." He pleaded. You let tear escape your most likely bloodshot eyes and sniffed.
"I forgive you, Dean." You whispered. You sat up, hair falling in your face, and then looked up at Dean. Dean saw that you were happy, but the sight of you broke his heart. Your hair was messed up, your eyes were bloodshot, and there were tear streaks down your cheeks. Dean crawled closer to you and pulled you to his chest.
"I really am sorry, Y/N." Dean apologized again. You laughed ever so softly.
"Its okay, Dean. I promise." You said. Dean pulled you back before leaning in. He pressed his lips to your slightly chapped ones and moved them until yours moved in sync. Soon, you both had to pull away to get your breath back. He rested his forehead against yours and smiled. You opened your eyes to see Dean already staring at you.
"I love you, Y/N L/N." He said in a whisper. His whiskey and mint scented breath swept across your face. You smiled softly.
"I love you, Dean Winchester."