Married to a Moose (a supernatural imagine fanfic)

Chapter 2- Game Changer

Sam had just run up to his room and locked himself in there clearly upset about your choice of Dean over him. Who could blame him? He loved you and you loved him. But, he didn't even give you a chance to explain.

Before you told Dean why you picked him, you simply said "I'm gonna go talk to him."

Dean clearly disapproved, grabbing your wrist and saying "I'm not gonna let him steal you away from me. you're worth more than him. You deserve to be with me." You broke free from his hold. You wondered what was making him act so strange all of a sudden, but you ran upstairs and tried to get into his room anyways. It was locked. You pounded on the door. "I just want to talk Sammy!" "please open the door."

He finally gets up and unlocks the door. You go in, shutting the door behind you. He's a wreck. You've never seen him this upset about anything.

"Sam, at least let me explain."

"Fine." He says. Clearly mad an not even able to look you in the eyes.

"Look, I didn't choose him because I love him more, or because I don't think you love me enough. None of it is because of you. I chose him because although almost every date with him ends with him hurting me, it's better than my dates with you."

"What are you talking about (y/n)?" Still not removing his gaze from the wall to look at you.

"Almost every date we go on, you get hurt, and it's always because of me. If I hadn't stayed with you guys and I hadn't fallen in love with you, you wouldn't be getting hurt. All the demons attack you because of me, you don't try to start fights to protect me, which makes you get hurt. So I decided that I'd rather be hurt by Dean that you get hurt because of me."

"I told you when we were talking before; If you being around and causing me to get hurt was a big enough problem, I would have kicked you out before now, and I wouldn't have proposed." He is about to burst into tears again. You can tell.

"I know that's what you said." Is all you manage to say. You now feel guilty. You didn't want to hurt anyone. He is now sitting on the bed crying his eyes out. He is silent, but his tears speak all the words you need to hear. You join him on the bed. And as much as he tries to reject it, you pull him in, wrap an arm around him, and let him cry into your shoulder. You softly say to him "Sammy, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never knew he was going to propose, and I didn't know you were either. I'm sorry. Forgive me Sammy. Please. I'm sorry."

He whispers back "I know you didn't mean to, I just wish it was me, and Dean wasn't being such a jerk about it too. But if you're gonna be happier with him, then I'm okay with it. I still love you, I will always love you (y/n)."

"Do you forgive me Sammy?" You ask. Scared the answer will be no since he didn't throw that in with the 'I love you'

"Yes, of course (y/n). I'm not gonna hold this against you if it's what you feel is best for you. And it's what you want.

"Thank you. And do you know why Dean is being such a jerk about everything? You'd think he'd just be happy about me picking him, but instead he's being a jerk to you, and he didn't even want me coming up to talk to you."

" He gets this way. He is super protective of girls he loves, and he can get really violent too. I think he's afraid I'm going to steal you away from him; which I would never do because it's your decision." He begins crying again. Not hard, but a single year slips down his face. You think it's because he is afraid Dean will hurt you or keep you away from him.

You are walking towards the bedroom door, when just before you turn the handle, you turn around. Tears in your eyes. Sammy doesn't notice, his head still in his hands as he cries a little. "Sammy." You say. "Yeah?" he mumbles not looking up. "I think I changed my mind." You half say, half cry.

He picks his head up, and looks right into your (y/e/c) eyes. "You heard me." You said. He doesn't look happy, more like confused as to whether you mean it or not.

"You are the one I want. Dean may be able to save us all from most demons, but with the way he is acting about all of this, the way he is treating his own brother, made me realize that maybe I don't want to deal with his temper, maybe I don't want to fear for my life on every date, maybe I want someone who will be there for me. When I asked you and Dean that same first question earlier, you both had very similar answers. Similar enough to where I called it a tie, but I missed the one huge difference... Yours was true. You have done that for me before, and you would do that for me any and every time I need you to; whereas Dean let me vent to him in the past, but never really helped me through anything because half the time he is drunk or pissed off, or both. He just sits there, and doesn't really pay attention to how upset I am. Dean just told me what I wanted to hear. And made me think he would be there for me. You are my one true love."

"Do you mean it (y/n)?" Sam asked

"Yes. Every. single. word." The smile on your face turned to a frown.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, noticing your change in expression

"If I tell Dean I changed my mind, he's going to try to kill you. He's so on edge and pissed already. You should have seen the look on his face. He had so much rage inside him, like he could kill anything any second. He's afraid that you would steal me from him, and that's exactly what you did."

"What if we just explain how you thought about it, and you decided that you don't want to deal with his temper, or with him being a jerk to me, or with fearing for your life on every date? Maybe he'll understand." Sam said

"We can try. But we need a backup plan."

"Ok. If he tries to come after you or me, you say something like 'Dean, I'm sorry, you just aren't the one I need to be with. If you really love me as much you say you do, then you'll be understanding with any decision I make."

"Ok. Sam, I think this might work. Will you come with me?"

"Of course."

"Hey Dean?" You say as you walk into the main room.

"Yeah?" He says, a little more relaxed than before

"Please, just stay calm. I need to tell you something........ I changed my mind Dean. I love you, but you're not the one I need to be with right now. I can't deal with your temper, your violence, your attitude towards Sam, my constant fear for my life on every single date, all of that. I just can't handle it anymore Dean. I realized that your answer to my question earlier was just what I wanted to hear; not what you would actually do. I'm sorry Dean. I choose Sam."
Dean did exactly what you were afraid of. He went after you. He got a little physical leaving a mark on your cheek that you're sure is going to turn into a bruise, and called you some not so nice names. Yelling at the top of his lungs, and lunging after you every chance he got.

A terrified Sam stepped in, threw Dean to the ground, and somehow managed to get him to calm down. Sam picked you up off the floor and examined your face making sure you were ok. Once Dean was calm, you started your backup plan.

"Dean, I'm sorry, you just aren't the one I need to be with. If you really love me as much you say you do, then you'll be understanding with any decision I make. Don't take this out on Sam either. It's not his fault. I made a decision that I didn't spend enough time thinking about, and changed my mind." He took a couple minutes to cool off. Pacing around the bunker. Thinking.

After pacing and releasing his rage, he says "I guess you're right (y/n). If you're happier with him, and feel he is better for you, then I guess I can't be anything but understanding. That doesn't mean I'm not mad, and that I don't wish it was me, but I get it."

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Look (y/n), I'm sorry I was being such a jerk to you and Sam. It's your decision, and I should have never said something that wasn't true in answer to your question. The truth is, I love you so much, and I am not the kind of person anyone wants to marry. I never have been. I cant cope with anger, and I'm not exactly a sensitive guy. So I figured that if I told you what you wanted to hear, you would choose me. I'm sorry."

"Thank you Dean." You and Sam say almost in unison.

You run up to Dean and wrap him in a hug. He kisses you on the forehead.

"I love you too Dean." You reply.