Supernatural | One-Shots

The Argument: Dean W.

Words: 1010 
Warnings: Light cursing, Arguing, 'Yelling' 
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"(Y/N), LISTEN TO ME!" Dean's voice was raised to a horrible level as he stomped his foot, "(Y/N)!"

"DEAN, NO!" (Y/N)'s voice was risen but not to his level, "DEAN, YOU LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME, NOT EVEN ON HUNTS!"

(Y/N) rubbed (Y/P) temples as (Y/P) let a soft breath out.

"Dean... Please, just...just once listen to what I have to say..."

Dean sighed through his nose but he didn't speak.

"Thank you. You- you hide things, don't you dare interrupt me- you lie. You scream at me. You make me scared when you're mad- like, so terrified I get close to crying. You make me upset when you won't tell me what's going on. You tell me that everything is fine when it isn't- I swear if you try to interrupt me again.

"You ordered me around- it makes me feel like I'm a child. I'm twenty-five, for fuck sake! I get it, you're scared of me getting hurt, I know but you don't need to worry about me like that." (Y/N) paced back and forth in front of Dean as (Y/P) vented (Y/P) feelings.

"(Y/N), I'm not worried about you like that! I know you can handle yourself, I know that, okay?! You're an adult- I'm not your father or mother," Dean shouted, "I'm going to get scared of you getting hurt because I don't know what I would do if you did- I can't help it, okay?! Just as you are with me-"

Dean wasn't thinking as he threw his hands up, causing (Y/N) to flinch harshly and back away. His eyes widened as he quickly put his arms down.

"Oh, (Y/N), no... I would never... No, (Y/N), I could never do such a thing to you." He tried to walk closer to (Y/P) but (Y/P) backed up into a door. (Y/P) pushed it open and quickly hid. (Y/P) locked the door and slide down it, holding a hand over (Y/P) mouth to hide (Y/P) sobs, "(Y/N), open this door. Please..."

"L-leave me alone," (Y/N) sobbed out loudly.

"(Y/N), I'm not like him. I could never hurt you like that. I swear on everything I love, I could never lay a hand on you," Dean whispered as he laid his head on the wooden door, "I'm not like your father, I swear..."

(Y/N)'s voice wavered and cracked as she whispered nonsense to herself. Someone lightly knocked on the door.

"(Y/N), it's me, Sam. Can you let me in?" Sam's voice filled the bathroom as his hand stayed on the door, "Dean's not out here. He left when I got here. He seemed mad and upset. Can you please come out?" (Y/N) slowly twisted the lock and opened that door. Sam's smoky blue eyes were filled with worried but relief to see (Y/P) trusted him.

"Oh, Sammy." (Y/N) practically fell into his arms, "I yelled at him. I made him mad. I hurt his feelings. I'm such a bad (girl/boy)friend!" (Y/P) sobbed into his shoulder. Sam lightly rubbed (Y/P) back.

"(Y/N), you aren't a bad (girl/boy)friend. I don't know what happened, but I completely, one hundred percent(100%), believe you aren't a bad (girl/boy)friend. Every couple has their ups and downs, this is just a bad day." Sam pulled (Y/P) back to see (Y/P) face, "Can you tell me what happened?"

"We w-were arguing a-and he got m-mad, and he threw h-his arms up. I-I got scared and hid... I-I thought he'll h-hit me." (Y/N) took a deep breath, "I know he wouldn't but I w-wasn't thinking..."

"No, it's okay. It's a normal thing to think or react... (Y/N), look, it's a normal thing to happen after something that traumatic." Sam sighed gently as he walked (Y/P) over one of the bed, "Here, just lay down and try to rest, okay? Dean will be back soon. He just needs a chance to calm down, and you guys will make up... I'm sure of it. You guys always do..."

Sam gently spoke as he stroked (Y/N)'s hair.

"You guys have too." (Y/N) heard what he said but (Y/P) knew he didn't want (Y/P) too, so (Y/P) just laid there, still silently crying.

It was about an hour later before there was any movement in the room. (Y/N) heard the door open and shut. (Y/P) heard something cloth hit the ground and the bed dipped in behind (Y/P). (Y/P) rolled over to see a slight shocked Dean there.

"Sam said you were asleep," Dean muttered softly as he held back from wrapping his hands around (Y/P). (Y/P) had the pressure on (Y/P) too.

"Yeah... I pretended to be, but I can't sleep without you," (Y/N) mumbled softly as (Y/P) looked into his eyes with a small smile that seemed to ghost (Y/P) lips, "W-what? Who said that?" Dean chuckled.

"I wanted to say... Um, you know, I just want you to know..." Dean couldn't express his thoughts into words but (Y/N) knew what he meant.

"Yeah, me too." (Y/N) let the pressure go and wrapped (Y/P) arms around him to pull (Y/P)self closer to him, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to react that way. I just got scared and let my emotions cloud my judgement. I want you to know that I love you more than anything. I'm just worried." Dean rubbed (Y/P) back and shushed (Y/P).

"No, no. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn't worry so much because you're an adult. You can handle yourself but I just get so scared because I don't know what I would do with myself if you get killed," Dean murmured into (Y/P) hair. (Y/N) let a shaky breath out and tried not to cry again.

"I love you, Dean, so much."

"I-I lo-love you too, (Y/N), so much more."

"Ah, you say you love (Y/P), and not me. Wow, I feel touched," Sam spoke as he rolled over in his bed, rubbing his eyes with a soft smile.

"Shut up, Sam. You ruined the mood," Dean laughed as he kissed (Y/N)'s head. Sam laughed gently as he pulled the blanket over his shoulders. (Y/N) snuggled closer to Dean and kissed his chest. (Y/P) hated the fighting but (Y/P) loved him.