Sad Supernatural Imagines

#62 Dean - Part 2: I Don't Love You

Y/N p.o.v:

You woke up with a groan. You looked around to see that you weren't in your room.
'What the hell?' You thought. You got up out of the bed and walked around to see if your could figure out who's room you were in. You went over to the dresser and opened it. There were flannels and jeans along with some undershirts and underwear. You picked up a T-shirt that had AC/DC on it and immediately knew you were in Dean's room. It mad you angry. You walked towards the door and turned the knob. It was locked. You wiggled it some more.
"This isn't funny! Let me out!" You yelled. You waited for a while until you finally heard footsteps. You heard them stop right before the door.
"Move, Y/N. Then maybe I will let you out." A gruff voice said. It had been Dean. You made a sound that was mixed with frustration and anger. You walked away from the door.
"There. I'm away." You said through clenched teeth. You heard the door unlock and then saw it open. Dean emerged from the doorway and quickly shut the door. You heard it lock again and knew someone who was outside the door had locked it. Your anger was building and if he knocked it down, there was no way he would be alive after the storm struck.
"You said you would fucking let me out!" You accused loudly. Dean sighed.
"Y/N, we need to talk." He said. You felt yourself calm down a little.
"About?" You asked. You were slightly interested in what he wanted to talk about.
"You. Us. What's going on with you." Dean answered. You froze. You never did like to talk about your feelings. You didn't want to talk about what was going on. You didn't even want to talk about what's going on with you and Dean.
"Why?" You asked emotionlessly. Dean looked at you with his soft, beautiful candy green apple eyes.
"Because you've changed. You have taken a toll for the worse. You get drunk. You isolate yourself. You are so angry, Y/N. So angry that you don't care who you hurt. Do you remember shooting me? Stabbing Cas? That's who you have become. You need help." He said quietly. You looked away not wanting him to see the tears pricking your eyes.
"I'm fine. Okay? I'm fine. If it helps, I'll leave. I'll leave you, Sam, and Cas. I'll make to where you can never see me again. Trust me, Dean. It will only be best." You responded. You cleared your throat and looked back at him. You saw his eyes turn sad and you could see the regret and pain in them.
"That isn't what Sam and Cas want. That isn't what I want, Y/N. You aren't fine. You haven't been since day one. It won't be best. It will hurt Sam. It will hurt Cas. But most of all, it will hurt me. I was lying to you, Y/N. I was lying when I said I didn't love you. I lied when I said I loved someone else. I was scared that if I admitted my feelings to you, you would get hurt. I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt. And now that I know what I've done to you by not admitting my feelings, I can't even begin to explain the regret I feel. The pain. The anger I feel towards myself. I don't want you to stay like this, Y/N. I want the old Y/N back. The one I fell in love with. The one I will continue to love." Dean said. You felt your heart swell. For the first time in months, you felt like you were worth something. For the first time in months, you weren't angry. You didn't feel like you weren't good for him anymore. You were happy that the feeling was mutual, but you don't know how you can turn around and back down from going down the wrong path. You don't know how to forgive him. You still had all this pent up anger inside you. You didn't want to leave, but maybe it would be good for you. To get away for a while.
"Dean, I don't know how to forgive you. To stop myself from not going down the wrong path. I don't know how to turn around. I still feel so angry. So hurt. So sad. I don't want to leave, but maybe it will be good. For me. For you. I need space. I know that sounds ridiculous now, but as of right now, I don't like who I've become. So I need to change myself. I need to do it by myself. It will be easier. I love you, Dean. I will come back soon. Dont forget me." You told him and soon after, the door was unlocked and opened. You walked out and went to your room to pack. You got your stuff together quickly. You slipped your boots on and then headed out to your car. Dean watched as you left. Sam and Cas were there too. You opened your car door and threw your bag into your backseat. You looked back at the boys and Cas with a sad smile.
"I'm sorry for shooting you, Dean, and, Cas, I'm sorry for stabbing you. I want you to know that its not goodbye; its see you later." And with that, you got into your car and drove off. Not looking back at the ones you cared about dearly. Not looking back at the man you loved. You stepped on the gas and flew down the road. Driving to who knows where.
'See you later, Dean.' You thought to yourself.

A/N:

I am not doing a part 3. I hoped y'all liked this.