Among the Stars (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Chapter 5

When you got back to the bunker Dean lead you back to the room and helped you put your clothes away.
  “Dean… Can I ask you something?” You questioned, closing your dresser drawer.
  “Yeah, shoot.” He responded, looking up from the hangers in his hands.
  “Why… Why did this happen to me?” You asked. He sighed and walked to the bed, setting the hangers down.
  “As cliche as it sounds… Bad things happen to good people… I don't know why those Wendigos left you alive… I think the angels had something to do with all this…. But as for why there isn't an answer yet.. But we'll find one.” He assured you, looking up from the bed and into your eyes. You nodded slightly, discouraged by his answer.
  “I don't know how to get past this trauma, Dean.. I just… I feel that if I knew why then… Then I could have some peace.” You explained, wrapping your arms around yourself. He took a step toward you.
  “Look, (Y/N)-.”
  “I just want to be able to close my eyes and not hear screams or roaring… I need to be able to sleep without fear of being taken back to that place.” You continued quickly. Dean gripped your shoulders.
  “We would never let that happen.” He promised, but you shook your head.
  “In my nightmares, Dean… In them I don't get saved by two bruting men and an angel.. In them I'm eaten alive slowly, bleeding but not to death. In them I'm reliving watching everyone else be ripped the shreds.” You finished, beginning to cry. Dean quickly pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you.
  “Shhhh, listen… Whenever you have those nightmares… My door is always.. It doesn't matter if it's three in the morning.. You climb into bed with me and I'll protect you.” Dean promised you, gently stroking your back with his thumbs. His arms were so strong, and they just pulled you in like ropes. You wanted to melt into him, just allow him to deal with your weight momentarily, but you didn't. You stood there in his warm embrace and decided to keep fighting all the bad things.
  “You're a good man and a hero, Dean.. Don't forget that..” You said softly, beginning to pull away. Dean let go, and smiled.
  “Yeah.. But I'll leave you to yourself… If you need anything we'll just be in the large room by the stairs.” He told uneasily. You noticed it, but didn't say anything.
  “Alright, Dean.. I'll see you later.” You said, wiping the remaining tears from your face. You still felt miserable, but at least you weren't alone. Dean went to leave and his phone rang. He stopped and pulled it out of his pocket, looking at the screen. He narrowed his eyes and answered it.
  “What?” Dean barked.
  “You, your moose, your angel, and that bloody girl need to come see me. Now.” A British voice growled. Dean glanced up at you then back at the floor.
  “The hell do you mean?”
  “2099 on Wescore road in town. Meet me there.” Then the call went dead. Dean looked at you.
  “Get dressed then come out here, please.” He said before beginning to walk out.
  “W-who was that?” You asked.
  “Crowley.” He answered.
  “Who's Crowley?”
  “The king of hell.”