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Dean X Reader: Bad Things Happen (One-Shot!)

Dean X Reader: Bad Things Happen (One-Shot!)

A/N: This One-Shot! contains sensitive material, do not read further if you do not wish to be disturbed by this content, for those who are brave enough, read on. Aside from that, sorry for being like a day late, my health is garbage and my insomnia is like my best friend. Anyways, hope you enjoy <3

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Sam was in his motel next door, listening to the screaming match in the room next door, he sighed and peeked out the window to see you shove Dean out of your hotel room, "Why don't you just get in your car and leave?!" You screamed, "I will then! But this time I'm not coming back!" Dean threatened, he pulled out his car keys and was about to unlock the car door when he turned and looked at you. "What are you waiting for?" You asked, "I couldn't care less if you left, I'm done with you Winchesters!" You cried, about to walk away when Dean slammed his car door shut.

You turned and looked at him and saw how pissed he looked, "You were just gonna let me get into the car?" Dean asked, you walked up to him and glared angrily at him, "You think you're going to scare me and make me apologize again? Nice try, go back to Kansas for all I fucking care! I'm fed up! I'm done!" You screamed.

Dean watched as you stormed back into your motel room and slammed the door behind you.

Sam opened the door and looked at Dean concerned, he was about to walk into your motel room when his brother stopped him.

"Dean, you run off like you always do, then you just come back and get into another fight, just let me handle this like I always do" Sam said, looking at him unimpressed, "She doesn't want to sit around and wait for you to come back to her" He said, about to walk in when Dean pushed pass him.

"D-Did he leave...?" You cried.

Sam looked at Dean and motioned him over to the bathroom.

"S-Sammy...?" You sobbed, "Remember how you told me not to do bad things... I think I did something bad..." You cried.

Dean ran into the bathroom to see you sitting on the bathroom floor, your right thigh covered in cuts, blood dripping from your thigh and onto the bathroom floor.

You quickly dropped the knife that was in your hand and frantically looked around for something to stop the bleeding, you looked up and saw Dean standing in the doorway, looking at you in pure shock.

Sam pushed pass Dean and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your leg, he scooped you and sat you down on the vanity counter, he looked at you and sighed.

"I know, I did the same thing to my other leg last week..." You mumbled.

Sam looked at your left leg that was bandaged up, he walked out of the bathroom and was about to grab your bag off the table when Dean stopped him.

Dean reached into your bag and pulled out a med kit and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You quickly wiped your tears and completely avoided eye contact with Dean.

Dean remained silent and pulled the towel off your leg, revealing dozens of cuts on your thigh, he looked at your left thigh that was bandaged up, then looked up at you; he wet the towel and began to wipe your thighs but noticed you moan in pain.

"You wouldn't be in pain if you didn't do this to yourself" Dean said coldly.

"Get out" You demanded.

"How long have you been doing this to yourself? Huh?" Dean asked, bandaging up your thigh.

"I said get out!" You screamed, grabbing the scissors from the med kit.

"What are you going to do with those?" He asked.

"I don't know..." You cried, burying your head into Dean's chest, you whimpered but pushed him away and got off the counter before walking out of the bathroom.

Sam watched as you slipped on a pair of jeans, you were about to pick up your duffle bag and walk out of the room when Sam stopped you, "Just talk to him..." He said.

"There's no point Sammy, we just end up fighting and he runs off and I don't see you two for weeks, even months, I'm done..." You cried.

Sam wouldn't move, he reached behind his back and locked the door, "You both need to talk" He said sternly.

You pulled out a revolver from your bag and pointed it at him, "Move" You demanded.

Again, he wouldn't move.

"I'm done now move!" You screamed, "Move Sammy!" You shouted, about to pull the trigger when Dean grabbed you, he looked at you utterly horrified when he heard the gun go off.

You groaned and leaned against Dean, you released the grip on your gun and gripped tightly onto Dean's shirt.

Dean gently pulled away to see your shoulder bleeding, he picked you up and set you down on the bed.

"I-It was m-my own f-fault... I get it... Just leave me alone, I-I'll deal with it..." You mumbled, you got off the bed and walked into the bathroom but stumbled and walked into the wall.

"Sit!" Dean demanded, "Sammy, go back to your room and keep watch" He said sternly.

Sam hesitated and looked at you, you gave him a reassuring smile and watched as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"Before you start yelling...", Dean stuck a pair of tweezers into your wound and dug around for the bullet.

You screamed and cried out in pain, gripping tightly onto his shirt.

"I've almost got it, stop moving" Dean said sternly, pulling out the bullet.

You moaned in pain and lay back on the bed, you panted heavily looking at the ceiling trying to ignore the horrible pain emanating from your shoulder.

"I ain't done yet, I can't leave you with a gaping hole" He said, he grabbed a suture needle from the med kit and grabbed some tooth floss, he threaded the floss about to drive the needle into your skin when you grabbed a bottle of whiskey out from underneath the bed.

He opened the bottle and let you take a sip before pouring some on your wound, he then began stitching your wound closed, once he was finished, he bandaged you up and grabbed an ice pack from the mini fridge and placed it on your shoulder.

Dean pushed you backward onto the bed and pulled off your jeans, "You really think this is a good time to be doing things?" You asked, watching as Dean knelt in front of you.

He carefully unwrapped your left thigh, he looked at the partly healed scars and began to gently kiss your thighs.

You sat up and quickly stopped him and got down on the floor in front of him, "I'm sick and tired of being left waiting in motel rooms, waiting for you to come back or not, I don't care if you're afraid of me getting hurt, I'm sick and tired of the excuses, just let me come with you" You said sternly, "I hate sitting around when I could be out there kicking ass with you and Sam".

"Fine, you can come with us on our next hunting trip" Dean uttered.

"Now, before we get into another yelling match....", "Wait what?" You asked, looking at him in shock.

"I said you can come with us on our next hunting trip, we're going to going up North" He said, "But you're stuck doing research until that shoulder heals" Dean said sternly, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you and kissed your forehead, "Get some rest..." He whispered, "I'm going to go get some grub, double bacon cheeseburger with onion rings?" He asked, "Hell yeah..." You said, pulling him into a kiss, "Now hurry up before I eat your soul" You smiled, watching as Dean walked out of the hotel room.

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