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It's Over, We're Over {Dean Winchester}

*Supernatural*

You looked at the closed door in front of you and took a deep breath. The black T-shirt suddenly felt heavy in your hands and you could feel the world spinning.

After a few moments of hesitation, you knocked on the door and stood there for a few seconds. When it seemed like no one was going to answer you turned around and got ready to leave but then the door opened and you heard that voice.

"Y/N?" he questioned.

You turned around and a plastered a fake smile on your face.

"Dean, hey," you greeted. "Crazy seeing you here."

"At my house?" he asked.

"What? This is your house? What a crazy world we live in," you said.

Dean just looked at you weirdly and nodded slowly.

"Uh huh," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was just running around the neighbourhood, trying to work on my cardio," you lied, (terribly might I add).

Dean raised his eyebrow and gave you a 'Really bitch?' look.

"In heels and jeans?" he asked.

You wanted to slap your forehead at your stupidity but you were in too deep now and just had to roll with it.

"Yeah, I like the challenge."

"Do you wanna just come in so we could talk about why you're really here?" Dean offered but you shot him down quickly.

"No!" you exclaimed. "I just came to give you back our— I mean, your shirt."

You and Dean always called it 'our' shirt because he was pretty sure you wore it more than he ever did, which is saying something since he loved that shirt.

You held out the shirt and waited for him to take it but he just stared at you and the shirt in pity.

"Y/N, you can keep it—"

"No, I don't to," you interrupted. "I got rid of everything else that reminds me of you except this shirt so take it. In fact, getting rid of this shirt and all that other stuff didn't help because I still have memories of us and whenever I think I'm doing great without you, those memories come back and I hate them. I want them gone."

Then the tears came.

"Why Dean? Why do I have to suffer while you're obviously doing great?" you asked him.

"You think I'm doing great? I'm not Y/N! I'm struggling too. I thought I could live without you but I can't. I love you," he confessed.

You straightened your posture and wiped your eyes.

"If you loved me so much why wouldn't you tell me what happened in hell?," you asked and he looked away, not being able to meet your eyes. "That's the type of thing you tell someone you love."

"Y/N, I couldn't and I still can't," he whispered.

"Okay, that's fine but what's not fine is that you pushed me away. You ignored me, you didn't talk to me, you slept on the couch instead of our bed. You made me feel so worthless Dean."

He didn't say anything and just looked at you with pain and shame in his eyes.

"Fine then," you deadpanned. "Take your damn shirt."

You threw it at him and he caught it.

"I hope I never see you again, Dean Winchester," you spat out.

Then you turned around and stormed off not even stopping once to turn around and look at the man you once would've died for.