More Than Friends - Supernatural Season 2 ( Sam Winchester × Reader)

3 | Bloodlust

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You choke on your breath.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You breath quivers as you try calming yourself down. When you hear the heavy footfalls outside your closed bedroom door, you choke on your breath again and blink your eyes several times. Quickly sitting up straight on your bed from your fetal position, you grab the blanket at the foot of the bed and wipe away your tears on the rough cloth.

The door swings open and the green-eyed Winchester walks in, oblivious to the fact that you were crying. But when he sees your red-rimmed eyes and crumpled clothes, he raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah?" You ask, sniffing slightly. It was a double sniff and you always did that after crying badly. You get up as Dean glances outside the room awkwardly with his mouth slightly open.

"Uh, you know what? Never mind," Dean says after hesitating. He chuckles and scratches his head. "I thought Sammy would be here."

You cross your arms on your chest, slightly irritated because he wasn't telling you the truth. When he turns to move outside the room, you're finally able to get your question out without choking.

"Dean. What did you come here for?"

He sees the look on your face and sighs. He walks back in and you let your arms hang at your sides.

"We- uh, we found a case," he mutters, not meeting your eyes.

"Great," you say as cheerfully as you could, sniffling again. "I'll get packing." You walk to the chair at the corner of the room that had your duffel bag thrown over. "God, I have to wash these filthy clothes," you mutter to yourself as you take out flannels and tops to wash.

Dean's expression suddenly changes as he looks at you worriedly. "Y/n, you don't have to come."

You turn around to look at him. You quickly mask your clenched jaw with a frown. "What? Why?"

Dean raises his eyebrows at you and turns around to shut the door. "I know how you're feeling. I know you feel like you don't need help."

You stand there, your heart thundering in your chest as Dean turns around to face you, his green eyes shining.

You look down, refusing to meet his eyes, and he sighs.

Overloaded with emotions, you look at Dean. You knew what he was talking about and when he sees your trembling lips and knitted eyebrows, his expression softens and he takes a step forward. "Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you feeling?" He asks slowly, taking another step to you like you were a bomb and were about to blast any second.

"Pathetic. Guilty. Mad," you say indifferently.

"Guilty?" Dean mutters, more to himself but you explain.

"Mom called me a few days before, acting all weird. Saying how to forget them when I remembered." Your voice wavers.

"Y/n-" Dean starts with a frown.

"I should have visited them. Should've asked what was wrong."

"You can't blame yourself for that," he states softly.

"What if I stayed with them? What if I could've stopped their death? What if they were still alive?"

Dean looks at you with a bitter expression. But you don't stop your words because for once, you felt like talking about it and Dean had also lost his parents.