Maniac

You Just Went Too Far

*The Next Morning*

The sound of your phone buzzing repeatedly next to your ear woke you. You rubbed your puffy eyes, blinking the blurriness away before grabbing the pestering device.

"Is Y/N okay?" "I heard screaming at the house last night." "Is Y/N alive?" "Did someone call the cops?"

Your neighborhood watch group chat. Well, good to know. If you're in a life or death situation, they'll be neither "watching" nor helpful whatsoever.

"I'm fine, guys. Thanks for checking in! :)"  You replied.

You sigh as you scroll through the rest of your notifications.

Dean Winchester (24) Missed Calls

You absentmindedly start biting your nails as you think about whether or not you should call him back, but you decide against it when you scroll to see a new notification.

Dean Winchester (3) New Voicemails

You tap the first one and turn the volume up. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. I'm just... I'm so sorry," he let out a faint sob before it beeped, letting the next one play.

"Y/N, I love you. I love you so damn much, and I'm..." "Sir? Sir, I need you to stay still. Don't move your neck, okay?" a voice cut him off, full of urgency.

You gasped, placing a hand over your mouth as the next voicemail started.

"Oh, gosh, Y/N. It's really bad. It's so bad..." he cried. You heard a siren in the background. "He's here! Over here!" Heavy footsteps got closer and closer. "Alright, everything's gonna..."

It beeped, ending it. Just as it finished, another message came in, sending a wave of fear through you. Is he dead? Is this the police to let me know?

But at the same time, you felt relief. Is he alive? Is he calling to let me know he's okay?

You tap it... a breath... one single breath. It wasn't much, but it immediately canceled out any fear that he might be gone. You let out a series of pants in relief, but it didn't last long.

"Y/N, answer your damn phone!... Please... I-I don't even know if you care, but I'm okay. I'm at home now, and I just... I need you... I need you..." Those three words. "I need you..."

"He needs me," you whisper to yourself. Great. Now he's breaking your heart.

Your actions disobeyed the voice in your head because in an instant you threw your phone into your bag and grabbed your keys.

DONT GO!! WHY WOULD HE NEED YOU?? IT'S A TRAP!!! Your brain screamed at you, but you screamed back at it.

"I WAS THE ONE WHO SENT HIM HOME, KNOWING HE WAS DRUNK!! I LET HIM DRIVE, KNOWING HE COULDN'T!! THIS IS MY FAULT, AND HE NEEDS ME!"

The drive to his house was a blur. One second you're on the freeway, the next you're at his front door, desperately searching for the key he gave you when times were good.

You walk into the living room, and he sat on his couch, staring out the window with his phone to his ear. Your phone starts to ring, and he turns his head. As soon as your eyes meet, his hand falls.

He had two butterfly bandages on his forehead, a black eye, and a half-drunken bottle of whiskey on the coffee table in front of him.

your bag slipped through your fingers and hit the floor, and you sit next to him. Dried tear streaks are dampened by new tears running down his cheeks.

You couldn't bear the sight, and even though it made you uneasy, you pulled him into your warm embrace, his tears now soaking your shirt.

"Shhh. Everything's gonna be okay," you whisper as you pull your sleeves over your hands and wipe his face.

Against your better judgment, you let him kiss your lips before he gently laid his head on your lap.

As he laid there a different kind of uneasiness filled you, and that voice came back. But this time you decided to listen to it.

"This is... no. This is wrong. I-I can't be here," you say, pushing yourself off the couch. "No, wait. You have to stay. Please, Y/N," he begged, keeping a grip on your arm.

"No. No, I can't. Here, just... take this," you tell him, frantically removing his house key from your keychain.

He stood, and fear filled you. He had this look in his eyes. It's almost like he's no longer human. Almost... demonic.

"Please, stay. What... What can I say that will make you stay? What can I do? What do I do to make you stay? Tell me what to do, Y/N!" He yelled in a desperate and scary tone, startling you.

"Nothing. There's nothing you can do, Dean. I'm done," you told him as you grab your bag and reach for the door.

You thought you had silenced him, but you flinched as something made of glass loudly shatters. "Listen to me, Y/N!... If you don't stay, I'll kill myself!" he threatened. You felt tears come to your eyes.

That's the last thing you want him to do. Of course you don't want him to do that.

But at the same time, you knew that it was just an empty threat, and you made up your mind.

You can't stay. It's just not an option. "I just... can't..."
*I hope you liked this chapter! The next one will be out next Saturday, July 10th!*