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Dean Imagine

sorry there are so many of these lately but, I've just been really loving Dean lately. there will be others coming soon I promise!

"I regret you. I regret every 'I love you' I ever gave to you. Dean sneered. His eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.

"You know, I thought a million times to myself, why am I with someone like you." He said

Your eyes watered, and your heart clenched. His words stung, you never thought that Dean, the love of your life could ever be so cruel.

"This is not you Dean. I know you, I love you." You argued.

His eyes flashed black and you tried not to cry. You had to be strong for Dean.

"I never loved you. Finally I can tell you that I had never loved you. I pitied you." he spat with a smirk.

"That's bullshit. We've been in love with each other since we were 16 years old. You've laid me down on our bed and showed me how much love you have for me. Everyday when you held my hand, kissed me, and wrapped your arms around me. I feel that love. I know you feel mine." You practically growled at him.

Your face scrunched up in anger and hurt. You'd be damned if you let your tears fall.

He laughed at you.

"Well sweetheart, I'm not gonna lie. You're good in bed, but that wasn't love. Just plain old lust." He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Shut up! You don't know anything. You're not my Dean." you barked.

"All of those sickeningly sweet little gestures; fake, meaningless nothings.. SureI felt your love, It never made me feel anything but disgusted.. Open your eyes (y/n). You're nothing." he snapped. You couldn't hold it any longer. You let your tears fall, but kept your jaw wired shut. You turned and stormed from the room. Hearing him laugh as you left.

You rounded the corner into the hall and harshly bumped into Sam.

"Shit, I'm sorry Sam. I didn't mean to." you scrambled.

"Hey, (y/n), it's ok. It's ok. What happened? I heard you yell?" Sam asked with concern.

"Apparently Dean has never loved me. Apparently everything we've ever done, ever had was bullshit." Your voice was wobbly.

"(y/n), you have to know that's not really him. We all know that he loves you. He tells me and Cas any chance he gets that he loves you. He does love you." Sam tries to reassure you.

"I'm. I'm scared Sam. What if that's how he really feels about me? I know you said he doesn't but what if deep down he actually hates me.?" You stutter.

"None of that is true. You have to know that. Now, go rest. I can take things from here. I have the ritual, I'm going to start it." he insisted you go try and get some rest.

"No Sam, if you're starting the ritual I'm going to be there with you." you persisted.

He gave you a serious look. "No. (y/n) go now and don't come out until I get you. If i need you I'll call for you." he stated.

Reluctantly you nodded. "Ok, Sam.. just please get me. Don't do it on your own if you can't." you told him. He gave you a firm nod before nudging you down the hall.

You sighed and walked down the hallway to yours and Dean's room. You opened the door and It's like you opened a door to a wave of memories.

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"Dean, hurry up! You're gonna miss it!" you called to your boyfriend.

You were getting ready for a Scooby-Doo marathon. It may seem childish but you both loved it.