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hey jude - dean winchester

POV: 1st person

Prompt: Dean is upset about Sam going to hell (season 5??) and reader tries to comfort him.

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It's been pretty intense. We have discovered that angles and the apocalypse are real, and that Lucifer is a great big bag of dicks. And apparently, Sam Winchester was the perfect vessel for Luci.

Just a few days ago, Sam was possessed, and jumped into the cage along with his brother Adam, both possessed by Lucifer and Michael. Dean has not been very happy obviously. Drinking and stress eating, not really talking, that crap. I miss my boyfriend.

I was walking up to our motel room with some food that would hopefully make Dean happy, including pie. As I went to go open the door, I heard glass shattering and a yell. I opened the door to see a broken whiskey bottle on the other side of the room, and a broken Dean on the floor by the bed, head in hands.

I put the bags of food on the table and rushed over to him. "Hey, stop it," I said, kneeling down. "I know, this is terrible. But you gotta stop the drinking, and the—"

"No, I don't Y/N!" He shouted. "I don't need to stop! I won't get over this, and I have no idea if he'll ever come back like I did. So stop telling me to 'stop' and let me pout!" I saw tears start to form in his eyes, and one roll down his cheek.

"Dean," I sighed. "This is really difficult for the both of us, but definitely more you. I hate seeing you like this. Please. Just go back to being you. We can get through this," I rubbed his hand soothingly.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard seeing my baby brother go like that." He cried more. So did I, since seeing him so upset made me cry as well.

"I know. I know," I said, pulling his head to my chest. I was trying to think of a way to calm him down, and immediately thought of my favorite Beatles song: Hey Jude.

"Hey, Jude" I began to sing. "Don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better. Remember, to let her into your heart, then you can start, and make things better." I heard his breathing slow down, and continued to sing.

"Hey Jude, don't be afraid,
you were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
then you begin to make it better.
Any anytime you feel the pain,
Hey Jude, refrain.
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool, who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder.
Hey Jude, don't let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart,
then you can start, and make things better."

"You know, that was my mom's favorite Beatles song. She would sing it to me instead of a lullaby and told me that there were angels watching over me," Dean said, sitting up and smiling at me, tears still streaming down his face.

"Well it's mine too," I chuckled.

"None of my so-called-girlfriends have ever sang to me like that," he confessed.

"Well, then I get to be the first," I beamed.

"Definitely," he stood up, pulling me with him, and hugged me as tight as humanly possible. "Thank you. I love you so much."

I started crying more. "I love you more Dean," and he chuckled.

"No way," and he kissed me on the lips, making the both of us feel better.

Then we can start, and make things better.

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Oooofff I looovved this

It was stuck in my head today so here