Married to a Moose (a supernatural imagine fanfic)

Chapter 5- The Fight

A/N I've been told that I'm sorta swapping personalities between Sam and Dean, but I kinda like how it's turning out, so I think I'm gonna roll with it. If you don't like it, let me know, let me know if you have any suggestions for anything. :)

-Fast forward a few months-

You are laying in bed quietly sobbing, just thinking about what could have possibly gone wrong.

You and Sam officially got married about 3 months ago, and Dean eventually got over everything and was somewhat the same guy you loved having around. You and Dean didn't talk much anymore, but you were on good terms. You and Sam were very happy together, almost unable to be apart for more than 5 minutes. At least it seemed that way for a while.

It was a normal day. You woke up, got ready, and went on a hunt with them like you always did. This time, the hunt was different, everything seemed different, you just couldn't put your finger on it. As you walked next to Sam, he wasn't checking you out like he always did in his playful way, he didn't say "I love you" like he did all the time. Something just seemed off with him. You shrugged it off just assuming he was being a grumpy moose today.

You three headed in for the hunt. A demon, you presumed based on the articles in the local paper. As soon as you arrive at the warehouse the demon goes straight for Dean. The next thing you know, Dean goes flying across the room and into the wall. He slides down the wall into a heap and is unconscious. You start to go towards Dean, when you too were thrown against the wall. You stayed conscious although you wish you hadn't. The pain rips through every bone in your body. You could tell you had a couple broken ribs, and clearly would need stitches.

Sam just stands there and doesn't say anything. He doesn't even ask if you're okay. He lunges at the demon as it heads towards Dean to finish him off, and Sam manages to kill it. The demon collapses to the floor, and you feel relieved that the thing is dead.

You all get back to the bunker, and you have Dean put in the stitches and set your rib. You would have rather Sam did it, but Sam had been ignoring you all day, and you didn't feel like dealing with him at that moment. While putting in the stitches, Dean looks you in the eyes, and says "What's wrong (y/n)?"
"Nothing, just stitches hurt." you say trying to lie as smoothly as possible. Dean sees right through it.

"I mean it. You can trust me. I hope you know that. Now what's wrong?"

"It's just Sam, he's acting strange and it's just pissing me off, ok? I don't want to talk about it Dean."

"Fine. Just know I'm here." You nod, Dean finishes up and leaves the room.
You head out to the room where Sam and Dean were sitting once you change into a fresh, and non-blood coated shirt and jeans.

"Dean, can you give Sam and I a minute?" You ask. He nods and exits.

"Sam, we need to talk." You say. "It's important, and I seriously need you to participate in this conversation."

"Ok. Fine, let's talk." He says with nearly no emotion present in his voice

You try to maintain your composure, but you come down stronger than you intended. "What the heck is wrong with you Sam? You've been ignoring me the past couple weeks, and you don't talk to me anymore, you're acting like a stupid jerk, and I'm getting sick and tired of it! And back on the hunt, you never once asked if I was okay, you never tried to save me, you acted like if I died, then you would be completely unaffected by it. Is that how you really feel about me Sam? Since when have you become this unsympathetic jerk?"

My rant was over, and he finally responded. "What the heck is wrong with YOU? That is the real question! You expect my constant attention, you expect me to talk to you 24/7, you want every dang thing in your life to be perfect. Maybe I have been ignoring you, but only cause I'm sick and tired of how you've been acting. I'm not your personal slave I don't need to talk to you all the time. It's 100% your fault that Dean doesn't talk to either one of us very much anymore. You have no idea what it's like not talking to your brother very much for months. To put it lightly, it totally sucks. And I didn't ask if you were okay because you were conscious and my own brother was not. I needed to make sure he wasn't dead. And how dare you accuse me of not caring if you died?"

You scream and call Sam some not so nice names, when you feel a hand on your shoulder. It's Dean.

"(y/n). Come on. We need to talk, and you need to leave this situation for a little bit."

"Uggh" you grumble and walk to your room with Dean. You sit on your bed with your back on the headboard and your arms crossed. You didn't want to talk to Dean, you just wanted to make Sam feel bad about how he's been treating you.

"Now, you are going to tell me exactly what is going on, and then you are going to listen to what I have to say. No yelling, and no leaving until we are done. Got it?" Dean said gruffly and strictly.

"Yeah." You said unwillingly

"Ok, so, Sam has been completely ignoring me lately. He won't hardly talk to me, and he hardly says I love you anymore. Everything was going well for a while, but now he's gone cold towards me. At the hunt, you were thrown into a wall and knocked out, and then I was thrown against a wall, but stayed conscious. He ended up killing the demon, but he went to check on you. I wanted him to check on you first, which is what he did, but he never once asked if I was ok. I was bleeding bad, and had broken some bones as you already know, but he never seemed to care that I was hurt. I may have crossed the line with what I said to him, but in the moment I really did feel like he wouldn't have cared if the gash had killed me."

"Look, (y/n). I totally understand where you are coming from. You have every right to feel how you are feeling, and I agree that he shouldn't treat you like this. But, you need to look at this from his perspective. I will admit that I have been more reserved towards you both..." You try to interrupt him with a question, but he shushes you.
"I know Sam blames you for me not talking to you guys much, which I guess is somewhat true, but I am not mad at either of you. He didn't mean any of the mean things he said to you. Trust me on that. He didn't really have an argument, and he is just really pissed that I'm not talking to him a lot, and turned everything you said against you." He pauses for a little bit, and since starting this conversation has come and sat across from you on the bed. He is now sitting criss-cross at the end of the bed. "If you want me to, I'll talk to him about this and try to help you fix this."

"Dean, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, shoot."

"Why are you suddenly talking to me so much, and why haven't you been talking to us?"

"I knew you'd ask that sooner or later. Um, well I haven't been talking to you guys because when I do, I feel kinda like a 3rd wheel with you guys married and everything. You are always together and I feel totally abandoned. I don't like that feeling, so the less I talk to you, the less involved I have to be, meaning I won't feel like as much of a 3rd wheel. And.."

"Dean, you are not a 3rd wheel. Have I been making you feel that way?" He nods in response, and looks down. "I'm sorry Dean. Why didn't you just tell me? I would have done something about it."

"I didn't want to ruin your relationship with him just so I felt included."

"Well you not telling me is what ruined it Dean." You snap. Dean gave you a hurt look. "I didn't mean that Dean. I'm sorry I snapped, I'm just upset."

" I know." He says giving you a nod that lets you know it's ok and he's not super offended. "Now, in answer to your second question... I'm talking to you now because I have been noticing this change in Sam as well. Ever since I stopped talking to you both as much. I'm tired of seeing you act cold towards each other. You two are meant to be together. You two are perfect for each other. I wanted to marry you, yes, but I know how he feels towards you, and you told me how you feel towards him, and I'm tired of watching you two come apart at the seams."

"Thanks Dean. Yeah, I would like you to talk to him. Knock some sense into that stupid little moose brain of his."
He gives you a nod " no problem (y/n)." and starts to head out the door.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You haven't talked to me in a long time, as in an actual full blown conversation. You don't ever really say hi anymore either. I have a question- Do you still love me even though it's my fault this whole family is falling apart at the seams?" You ask as a tear falls from your left eye in a slow trickle down your face.

"Of course I do." He says as he comes back over to the bed and sits down next to you. "You were never trying to hurt this family, and I know that. I will always love you, and even if I'm pissed off, like I promised before, I'm always going to be here for you and am always going to put your life and Sammy's life above mine. Don't ever think I stopped loving you. Ok?" You give a slight nod as he rubs your shoulder to calm you down, and kisses you on the forehead before leaving the room.