I'm not weak (Deanxreader)

Love Hurts

Dean's p.o.v

Driving back from having a few drinks with that blonde chick, Amy. Damn, she was a horrible kisser. Even with Amy, I couldn't forget about Y/n. Why does she make me feel like this? It doesn't matter, I just need to see her. I come back to the motel room, open the door and what I see makes my heart drop. W-why the hell is Y/n sleeping with Sam?! And wearing his shirt? The shirt looks big, slipping off her shoulder. She looked beautiful even in her sleep. No way they did...no, Sam would never. Would he..? I told him that she's mine! She's...this has to be a joke. They're just messing with me...right? I was so mad that I slammed the door. Y/n and Sam shot up. 

"Dean...your back early" Sam looked nervous 

"Oh...hey, Winchester" Y/n mumbled. God, Y/n only called me by my last name if she was mad at me...

"What the hell happened when I was gone?" I was pissed.

"N-nothing" Y/n said

"Sam, can I talk to you for a sec? Alone?" I asked.

"Um...sure" Sam got out of bed. I made him go outside.

"What the hell Sam?!" I pushed him onto the motel wall.

"What's your problem?" Sam pushed me back. 

"Why the hell were you sleeping with Y/n?" I yelled at him.

"Is it a problem for you? It's not that big of a deal" Sam rolled his eyes. 

"NOT THAT-I've frigging told you she's mine" I yelled

"Then you should've done something about it. Plus, we didn't do anything she just slept with me because you left her alone. Don't you think about how she feels?!" Sam yelled at me

"I don't know what to think! Dad's always told us that we don't need attachments in this life! She makes me feel...weird" I yelled back

Your P.o.v

You can hear Sam and Dean argue outside. You sighed. You felt bad having Sam take the blame when you were the one that suggested it. But you couldn't take Dean playing with your emotions anymore. A twisted idea popped into your mind. You went to your jacket and pulled out the bartender's number. It was a risk that you wanted to take. The quicker you take out the witch, the quicker this will be over. You hesitated, but grabbed your phone and dialed the number. 

"Hello?" A voice answered

"H-hello..? I'm the girl from the bar. I-I need your help" You fake cried.

"What's wrong, honey?" She cooed. You rolled your eyes. 

"I-I can't take it anymore...my 'boyfriend' went back to get a drink with that blonde chick" You fake sobbed

"Oh...okay. Meet me at the back of the bar. I'll help you out. What's your name?" She said. 

"My name is B-Bryce. Th-thank you so much" You said, using a fake name while pretending to sniffle. You hung up and sighed. You took off Sam's shirt and put on one of your own and threw on a pair of jeans. You peeped outside the window, seeing Sam and Dean still arguing. You thought for a moment. 'how the heck am I supposed to get through them?'. The bathroom window. You stuck a note on the lamp, explaining you were leaving for about an hour or two. You took your knife and gun, loaded with witch killing bullets and made sure that the necklace that Damien gave you was snug around your neck. You always wore it, it protected you. You quickly went into the bathroom and climbed out of the window. You hot-wired a car and drove off.

Dean's P.o.v

I was done arguing with Sam, storming into the motel. I didn't see Y/n. I figured that she was in the bathroom.