DEAN WINCHESTER IMAGINES || COMPLETED

10. The Treatment • Fluff / Angst

Synopsis : it started with an argument and it lasted with his sappiness.

Contains : post-argument and this being short as my chubby fingers can type.

[ a/n : ive been searching this kind of imagines lately with Dean and my other bbs but its sad to say that there are few of it, so i decided to make one. I saw a prompt at Tumblr that was Silent Treatment and im a sucker for Dean being sorry af. ]

Third Person’s.

   

  It started with an argument.

    They just finished a hunt, a particularly rough one, with a wendigo. And to top of that, Y/N, being the smallest and most fastest among the three hunters, decided to be the bait without the boys approving or even knowing her plan that resulted her having bruises and bump on the head but happy that the hunt go well with none of them dying. Dean was upset. Like really upset that when they arrived at the Bunker, he immediatly got out and slammed Baby’s door shut.

    He never did that.

  Sighing, Y/N fetched her bag and Dean’s before going to their shared room. Entering the room, she asked, “What was that back there?”

    “What was that back there with you?” He spat.

   There was yelling, cursing, doors slamming and then silence. Complete and utter silence, that made Sam frown, not used to this kind of silence coating the whole Bunker with the two of you around. He wasn’t suprised to find you at the library, reading with tea and your favorite fuzzy socks on. Must be bad argument thought, he conclude.

    “You okay?” He carefully asked.

    “'m fine.” she instantly said, like she was expecting that he would ask if she was alright.

    He shrugged and go to his room. Arguments were completely normal in a relationship and with her and Dean’s, he suspected the misunderstandings to be occassional seeing as his brother was hard headed as his girlfriend. He shook his head and turn off his lamp, the idea of Dean and Y/N making breakfast together for tomorrow lulled him to sleep.

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    Turns out, he was wrong.

   It’s been days since the couple spoke and Sam was getting worried. He saw his brother staring longingly at his girlfriend when she wasn’t looking or his attempt of spoking to her which made the younger Winchester snicker to see that Dean, his brother that wasn’t used to rejection, was being ignored by his girl, if it wasn’t that serious.

    He too noticed that Y/N doesn’t sleep in her and Dean’s room anymore. At night, she’ll walked past the room they used to share and go to her’s, the one she used when the two of them weren’t a couple yet.

    At the seventh day of their argument, Dean cooked her favorite food as their lunch. He even made his famous home made burgers for her, to forgive her. But she didn’t eat, just got herself a yogurt from the fridge and stayed at the library. In the evening, Dean posted a sticky note on her door when he realized she was going to sleep soon. Hiding in the corner, he watched Y/N tiredly walked into her room and stop when she saw the note. She picked it and enter the room, leaving Dean clueless about her reaction behind the closed bedroom door.

    She stared at the note in her hands, ignoring the stickiness it still held. She smiled when she recognized her boyfriend’s handwriting that made her heart swell even thought she’s mad at him. ‘ Forgive me? hate sleeping on that goddamn bed alone without you :< ’

    She carefully post the note on the wall of her room, admiring it before shutting the lights off with a smile on her face.

    The next day, she yawned and sleepily walked through the bunker, hoping to drink some coffee to wake herself up. She got her usual morning mug and frown when she saw another post-it attached to it, ‘ knew how much of a sleepy head u get on the mornings but ur still beautiful. ’

    Smiling, she poured herself some coffee and drink it in silence, not noticing Dean grinning when he saw his note on her hands and not on the trash.

   Throughout the day, she recieved post-it notes attached to her stuff. From her laptop to her favorite book, all of it. Attached with post-it with notes of admiration. As she recieved these notes, her heart thump wildly against her ribcage and her cheeks hurt with how she was smiling at how adorable Dean gets whenever he wants. More notes, the less angriness she felt at Dean because of the stupid argument she didn’t know the reason.

   Eleven days passed, Y/N gave up. Dean was at the library, writing on those post-it notes that she always recieved. He not–so–gracefully hide them when he heard some door shut and she walked out. She was her usual morning self, yawning and still sleepy. But she didn’t go to the kitchen she usually did. Instead, she headed where Dean was and sat beside him with her head on his shoulder.

   He froze, unsure if this was a dream or not. Eleven days of him not touching her nor hearing her voice, it was all too much for him and he didn’t even think twice of placing his arm on her shoulder, making her lay her head on his chest. He adjusted, shifting to get her to a comfortable position until she let out a sigh on content that made him grin when she pushed herself into him closer.

     “I’m sorry for ignoring you.”

     Swallowing the emotions building within him of hearing her talk again, he whispered, “It’s okay, baby. I made mistakes too.”

     “Missed you.” she mumbled, burying her face on his chest. “not used on sleeping alone at night. So cold.”

    He chuckled, “I missed you too, sweetheart. Oh, how I missed you.”

    “I love you.”

    “I love you more.”

    “Forever and ever—”

    “Until the Earth ran out of air.”

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[ a/n : 1014 words for an imagine? not bad thought. The ending got me whuuuuut did i just write but as a fat and lazy potato that i am, im gonna leave it at that.

{ this is the 2nd a/n for today and trust me it sucks. I know the feeling– and btw i'll have a 3rd a/n }

As i said in the last imagine (??), i am writing a Dean x Reader book that are currently going throught editing and i was kinda hoping you’ll read it once it’s publish? no biggie if u don’t want to thought. thank you lovelots!♥ ]

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