Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

I quit. (Dean X Reader!Brianna)

Name: Brianna (Anna)
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When it comes to hunting.
You want backup.
It's an absolute for some.
But me? It's not like I need it.
I'm strong enough to do it on my own, but I just don't want to.
I want my boys by my side.
"Anna, hurry up, we're late."
Sam'mumbles rushing past me.
I grab my bag and hurry to put on my shoes.
"Sorry. I've been drifting. Think I hit my head on the hunt-"
Dean cuts me off.
"Brianna, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me if you think I give a fuck."
Not wanting to look at him, I tie my laces and shove my gun in my duffle.
"Ready..."
I mutter.
Sam tosses Dean the keys, and we take off to Bobby's house.
"So, what the big deal? You woke me up at five AM, there's gotta be a death."
Neither of them looked back at me.
They just completely ignored me.
"Uhm...Bobby asked us to help him out with some stuff at his house."
Sam mumbles, not giving me any type of recognition.
'Oooookay.' I think to myself.
They've been really distant since I came back after a year, and then begged them to let me join the team again.
I guess that it's worth it.
We're together again, and that's what's crucial.
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"UNCLE BOBBY!"
I exclaim, hoping out of the impala and jumping into his sculpt arms.
"I missed you so much, old man."
Bobby kisses the top of my head.
"I missed you too, pumpkin."
He pulls away.
Keeping his hands locked on my shoulders.
"Let me take a look at you...You look just like your momma, don't you?"
"Explains why I'm decent lookin. Lord knows my daddy wasn't much of a looker."
Bobby let out a hearty laugh and went to greet the boys.
Not bothering to wait, I let myself into Bobby's house.
It smells just like it did when I was a little sprout.
Dusty books, dry blood, and good whiskey.
With eagerness, I make my way up the rickety staircase to my room.
He hasn't changed a thing.
Not a single thing.
I used to stay with Bobby when my momma went on hunts to avenge my father's death.
He taught me everything he knows and when my momma got killed, he was the one that took me under his wing.
He's like my father.
He's like Sam and Dean's father.
"Wow..."
I whisper as I run my hand along my bedspread.
"Everything looks the same..."
I jumped at the sudden voice.
"Dean...you dick face. You nearly gave me a stroke. Don't you know not to sneak up on a girl like that? It's impolite."
He shrugged and sat on my bed.
"So is calling someone a dick face, but you're a bitch, so what would you know?"
I wasn't in the mood for Dean's shitty humor.
"If you're just gonna be an ass, you can get the fuck out of my room."
Dean threw his hands up at my intense, impulsive anger.
"You need to cool it. I'm just trying to be nice."
Scoffing, I grab a stuffed koala and throw it at him, he ducks.
"Trying to be nice? Horseshit. You and Sam have been assholes ever since I got back. I can't stand it. I apologized, and you dick heads still treat me like garbage!"
His face is smoothed in anger now.
He picks up the koala and chucks it back at me, it hits me in the arm.
"Well. Excuse us, princess, if we haven't catered to your every beck and call. Unlike you, we don't sit around with our thumbs up our asses waiting for someone to rescue the damn day. We're hunters, Brianna, and honestly you should start acting like you are."
My mouth drops open like I'm attempting to catch flies.
It takes me a short moment to gather my thoughts.
"I give this gig my all, and all I ask for is a little comfort. That's all. I'm not waiting for you to save the day, Dean. I want you to have my back. Lately you haven't been doing that."
Dean angrily knocks over a few plastic frames off of my dresser.
They break all over the floor.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
He asks in hushed anger.
I look down at the broken frames, and grit my teeth.
"It means...it means you're being a piss-poor friend. You ignore me when I ask you things. You yell at me when there's no need to, and you treat me like dog shit...a-and I-I don't need this crap. I'm done, dude, I quit."
Dean chuckles dryly and kicks the splintered plastic across the floor.
"Done? You're never done. There is no quitting the life, Anna. You're stuck with us, and you know it. We're not exactly the most pleasant guys, but that just what this life is, you know that too. Stop being a pussy, and suck it up."
I wipe the flop sweat from my face and rub my hands on my jeans.
"I don't mean I'm done hunting..."
He squints and takes a few steps closer to me.
"What the hell are you going on about?"
I take a deep breath and gather my courage.
"I'm quitting the team, Dean."
He searches for words, but doesn't find anything else to say.
I sigh and sit on the edge of my old bed.
"You and Sam...you're my brothers. You are. I used to think that when worse came to worst, I'd have my boys. But, things are different now. Ain't they?"
He doesn't say anything, won't even look at me.
"I guess that's just what this life is."
Resting my face in my hands, I dry silent tears.
Dean comes to sit next to me, but he doesn't acknowledge me.
"I'm better off hunting alone. I feel like I fuck up everything, and everyone that I touch. Being alone...at least the only person I'm gonna end up hurting is myself. I can deal with that, but I can't deal with losing you guys."
I say brokenly, my voice cracking.
Waiting is agony.
He won't say anything.
Deciding that sitting here was only making things worse, I get up, but I can't move.
Dean has his fingers interlocked with mine.
"...I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do here Brianna. There's a million things that I want to say. But, I don't want to be a bad friend. I want to help."
I sit back down and squeeze his hand.
"I can't let you leave. You know that right?"
I purse my lips.
"You talk like there's a choice."
He looks at me.
"There's always a choice."
I look back at him.
"Is there, Dean? I don't see-"
Dean stands up frustratedly.
"There is. There has to be. I'm not losing you again. You understand me? You're either here with me or out there alone. Those are your options, and it seems like a pretty easy choice."
I stand up, matching his authoritative stance.
"You think I want this? You think I want to walk out that door right now? I don't, but let's face it, it's the only way-"
"ITS NEVER THE ONLY WAY! You have a choice, Anna! You're just making the wrong one...I don't want you to leave."
His voice cracks and I can see the defeat in his eyes.
"Dean..."
I whisper as I wrap my arms around him, he does the same.
I didn't realize how much it hurt him.
"Please don't go...well be better-"
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
He digs his face into my shoulder.
Pulling away from me, I see the pain in his sparkling green eyes.
The only light in the room casting from a window.
The sun makes his wet face glisten.
His lips touch mine softly.
Kissing lightly, but only for a ghost of a second.
He pulls away again causing my eyes to flutter open.
"I'm in love with you, Anna, just FYI."
I breathe a laugh.
"Yeah I got that. I love you too."
He kisses me again.
Suddenly, this was all that I really needed, screw everything else.
This is it.
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