Supernatural One Shots (Smut possible)

Fire (Sam x Reader)

[A/N: I wrote this for a writing challenge on tumblr, I had a prompt which will be bolded still because I'm a lazy pos. Enjoy!

Explicit Language, Fluff (sort of), Implied Smut] 

Six months.

That's how long it's been since the mark took over Dean. Your Dean.

He wasn't your Dean anymore though. He was a Demon. A thing you hunted. A thing you killed.

Both you and Sam poured over hours of lore, trying to find a cure for his brother. At first, you were adamant about the research. You wanted your best friend and lover back. You wanted your Dean back. The one who was gentle, caring, and so sweet.

Sam let Dean stay in the bunker with you both just so Dean was still somewhat home. After a while, Dean betrayed you, broke you apart into so many pieces, you had no idea if there was ever going to be a point that you would be whole again.

You understood that the new Demon part of him was what was causing him to make these decisions, but at the same time, it was still somewhat Dean. It wasn't a demon possessing him, Dean's soul had literally turned into a demon's soul.

Dean broke all of this promises to you. Always being by your side, you being his only girl, protecting you at all costs, keeping you safe.

He waltzed around the bunker will all sorts of half-naked women, smirking at you, knowing it broke your heart more and more with every woman. He was reckless when it came to your safety. You and Sam had decided to let him come along on a hunt a couple times, every time resulting in you having broke bones and deep cuts. You were just bait for him to use, he liked watching you get hurt.

You broke away from the research, a shell of a person. Even though this wasn't your Dean, you were never going to be able to forgive him. He still knew what he was doing, he remembered his promises, he chose to do this. He liked watching you suffer.

Sam was there with you through everything. He was your shoulder to cry on, your outlet, and eventually your best friend. You felt like you didn't deserve him in a way, but you both were struggling. You both needed each other.

In the beginning, when Dean really started to break away at you, he and Sam had gotten into a fight. Sam had just finished comforting you for an hour after seeing him walk in with his third woman of the week. You were in the bunkers kitchen, but you could hear their fight in the map room.

"Dean. Why are you doing this to Y/N?"

"Doing what?" You could almost hear the smirk on his face, making your blood boil and tears threaten to escape your eyes.

"You know what you are doing to her Dean. You're hurting her. Not only mentally and emotionally, you are physically as well. What the hell is wrong with you? She was your everything, I would have thought that would have at least stayed the same when you became a black-eyed asshole."

Dean laughed, loudly, "I'm not that same person anymore Sammy." Tears were silently rolling down your face, "I don't need Y/N. Not anymore."

Sam sighed, exasperated, "One day you'll wake up and realize how perfect she was. But when that day comes, she will be waking up next to the man that already knew."

You could hear Sam walking away from Dean as he was laughing making you run back to your bedroom before either of them could know you heard their whole fight.

Dean would leave the bunker for days, sometimes weeks at a time to help Crowley out, leaving you and Sam alone. Things eventually started to become more between the two of you, but you both always tip-toed around doing anything about it. You both didn't know how Dean would react if he saw you two together.