Falling Hard (Dean x Reader) / On Hiatus

Chapter 9

Y/n's P.O.V

You sit up in bed, your blankets hanging off the bed. You groan in pain as you feel your head pounding, and nearly gasp when you feel your pillow wet. You turn to see a huge puddle of sweat. Damn it. You go to the washroom and take a quick shower, taking the moment to think. You trip over your feet leaving the shower, leaving you to lean against the wall for support. Too.. dizzy... You stumble your way over to your room and sit on the bed. Man, must've had a lot to drink last night. I haven't felt this bad in a long time. You chuckle. Not that I would've known anyway. You feel hungry, so you navigate yourself to the kitchen. You are eating leftovers when you hear a throat clearing from behind you. You nearly drop your cup in shock, and spin around. Your eyes dart around the room, landing on a dark shadow in the corner. You close your fingers around the knife hidden under your shirt. The figure shifts, and you flinch, sliding the knife out halfway. You breathe out a sigh of relief and replace the knife when the figure slides out of the shadows. 

"Dean, what the hell, you scared me!" The ghost of a smile appears on his face, and he slips into the chair next to you. He watches you carefully as you start eating again, and you try to ignore the feeling of his eyes on yours. His throat clears again. You manage to bite back a snide remark and just look at him questioningly. Under his intense stare, you are reminded of your pounding headache. You wince slightly and begin to eat again. Dean catches it and watches you, even more carefully.

"You okay?" he simply asks, after a few more moments of silence. You nod quietly, the tension in the room making you feel small. He nods slowly, eyes darting around your face, as if he's expecting some sort of reaction. You start to get the feeling he wants something. He clears his throat again, and finally breaks the silence.

"So.. how are you feeling?" he asks, and you shoot him a sarcastic grin.

"Great, thanks. You really couldn't have stopped me from drinking until my head exploded?" You glare at him, watching as his stoic expression morphs into one of amusement. Dean lifts his hands up in mock surrender.

"Hey, I wanted to know if you could handle it! We don't know if you were an alcoholic in your past life. Just wanted to test the waters." he jokes, and you feel yourself relax slightly as the tension in the room lightens. However, the smile on his face disappears almost as quickly as it appeared, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. The tension has returned.

"Dean? Is.. is everything okay?" You can't say you're not concerned, especially as he shifts his gaze downwards to the plate on the table, refusing to meet your eyes. He looks away temporarily, clenching and unclenching his jaw before he looks back up at you, seeing the anxious look on your face. His eyes dance back across the floorboards, and you can almost see the gears turning in his head. He's hiding something from you. You place your hand on his gently and wince as he tenses up before relaxing into your touch.

"Whatever it is, just please.." You give him a pleading look, and his shoulders droop in defeat, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. 

"I don't know, y/n, I just.." he pauses, lips forming a thin line. "I'm worried about you." A small smile graces your lips at the thought of Dean being worried about you, before realizing he probably only sees you as a sister. Your small victory deflates. You give him a sympathetic smile and a shrug, hoping it's what he needs to see.

"I'm okay, look! I know I'm not in the best of situations, but I believe I can figure it out with you here." you reassure him, before realizing what you've just said. You know Dean catches it when you see him hold back a smile.

"You. Guys. You guys, is what I meant." you stammer, your face turning red. A smile breaks out on his face, and you stand up to leave before you can embarrass yourself even more. You turn to go when a hand catches your arm. 

"But that's not, uh, not exactly what I was talking about. You.." Dean releases your arm and looks away, motions for you to sit back down. You slowly lower yourself back into the chair, carefully watching Dean as his eyes flit across your face. He's uncomfortable.

"You had a memory last night." he blurts out, and your eyes widen. You lean closer, intrigued. A memory? Why can't I remember anything about this now? His eyes drop to the ground and he chuckles.

"While you were drunk." A teasing smirk makes its way onto his face as his eyes flicker back up to you, which makes you grin as well.

"Now that's sick." You chuckle, before furrowing your eyebrows as a thought makes its way into the front of your mind. 

"But if I had a memory,.. why can't I remember anything about it now?" You unconsciously bite your lip as you dig through the haze of last night, desperately trying to remember. You don't notice as Dean's eyes shift to your lower lip tugged between your teeth, as his expression changes and his lips part slightly. You look down at the table as your memory search comes up empty, and Dean breaks his trance. 

"You don't remember anything?" he pauses as you shake your head, frowning and cocking his head slightly. 

"Okay, well, you mentioned something about a.." Another pause. "y/f/n?" It's your turn to frown in confusion, not a sliver of recognition running through your head. Dean seems to notice and his expression turns pensive. You once more feel disappointed at the fact that you can't remember anything. Why am I so useless??  You scold yourself internally, your face unknowingly changing every few seconds with your thoughts. Dean watches uncomfortably. 

"Do you wanna maybe do something, like watch a movie? You know, take your mind off things?" Dean asks, giving you a nervous smile. You smile softy at the gesture, knowing he's concerned in looking out for you and making sure you're relaxed. You nod, and his face lights up, a goofy grin plastered on. 

Needless to say, you had a great day, spending the entirety of it binge watching movies, cuddled into Dean's side (he didn't seem to mind). Sam had walked in quite a couple times, making a comment about the two of you. By 11pm, you both were dozed off, limbs tangled under the blanket Dean had draped over you. 

Minutes into slumber, you are peacefully dreaming about forest green eyes, when all of a sudden, you're taken from your dream picnic with Dean. You look around, taking note of your surroundings. A wave of familiarity washes over you as your eyes scour every inch of the musty warehouse you seem to be in. Your gaze locks on a figure behind you, but your eyes don't focus fast enough to catch their face before you're moving. What the hell kind of dream is this?  You soon find that you aren't in control of your body, and can only watch as you head deeper into the open room. As another wave of familiarity washes over you, you're quick to realize. This isn't a dream. It's a memory. 

A/N: Hi guys!! I wanted to apologize for the extremely long break, but I'm back to writing! I know this chapter wasn't exactly the most exciting, but hopefully next chapter will be better!!