The roads were basked in orange and gold as Dean drove away from Bobby’s, clouds of dust trailing behind his impala as he sped home. A permanent smile was painted on his lips, his cheeks aching from his happiness as he thought about how his afternoon had turned around. Not only had he found the woman who had enchanted him in every way possible, but she had agreed to be something to him; his girl.
I can’t handle this, the guy is so happy, like... I'm gonna cryyyy.
“Because of the deal I made with you, not because I actually want you!” Dean snapped, and he noticed how the woman in front of him flinched, her face falling as she heard the words he was saying. “The reason I asked you here is because I’m breaking it all off. No more arrangement, no more lies, it’s done.”
“What?! No, you can’t do that!” Bela exclaimed, attempting to rush forward in some sort of final plea but once more, the green-eyed Winchester only moved out of her way, choosing to walk around the kitchen island to ensure the distance was kept between them.
“Why? This is my life, and I am done pretending!” He argued, and it felt damn good to get it off his chest, to stand up for what he wanted for a change.
“Bela, for the last god forsaken fuckin’ time, there is no us. There never was an ‘us’. All you were was someone to blow off steam with, that’s it!” Dean growled, the volume of his voice getting louder with each word that he spoke.
“You haven’t even given us a chance though!” She shouted back, a whiny tone leaving her as she attempted once more to get close to him, only for the older Winchester to do the same as before and move away.
How many times does this woman need to be told to fuck off?
“Not from me you won’t,” he replied calmly, although his tone oozed threat, the smirk that was pulling at his lips only adding to the menacing expression he was now showing her. “And believe me, when you do find out who it is, if you even think of muttering one evil word from those lips about her, or hatch up some plan to get revenge, or whatever twisted thought is going through that mind of yours; I’ll ruin you.” It was a promise, he could do it with the snap of his fingers, and he would go to any lengths to ensure Y/N’s happiness. “I’ll take everything you love, and ensure you’re left with nothing but the gutter, do you understand me?!”
The way he's already so protective over Y/N, ready to move heaven, hell and earth to keep her safe in every possible way, on every platform of her life is definitely too much for my heart. I feel attacked. But I love it so much it hurts. THIS MAN.
“Want to tell me just what the hell you’re doing?” The roar that sounded through his main hall caused Dean to back track, peeking back out through the door frame only to see his father matching furiously towards him.
Okay, hey, explain something. Why is that deal with Bela's father so important? Isn't the great John Winchester powerful enough to make bajillions of deals like that with bajillion other people? For real, why is he shitting his pants so much about this?
And calling an emergency family meeting about it? Dude, calm your nuts, nobody's dying and your career is not falling into pieces, jeeeez.
Also, I'm so goddamn proud of Dean; he stood his ground, he tried his best and it feels like a few more steps and he'll be able to shut John down completely. You go, baby!
“Then stop acting like one, Dean!” His father shouted back, making a point of slowly dragging out one of the wooden dining chairs against the floor, the loud scrape echoing off the walls. “I have given you everything anyone could ever want, and you repay me by disobeying the one order you had. You are nothing but ungrateful and selfish.”
“What mess, dad?!” Dean exclaimed, his patience wearing dangerously thin. “Is Mr Talbot’s business deal that essential to everything that we have?”
God, right now the only hope I have is Sam. Please, please, please let him talk some sense into John and save the day.
Trust the process my ass, Tabby! I know you’re getting a great pleasure out of torturing us, but have mercy!
