Sorry I haven't posted the one shot I said I was going to, I'm a slow writer and I haven't felt very well in the last week. It's about Sam, but I haven't written much of it. Also requests are still open.
I'm planning on trying to make gif imagines, feel free to request something, I'll try my best to do it. I'm also accepting one shot requests and I'm hoping to have another one shot out by the end of the week.
Summary: Your cheating boyfriend doesn’t turn up to your date and a conversation with Dean makes you re-evaluate your situation.
Word Count: 1610
Pairing: Reader x Dean (not really really relationship, but not just friends)
Author’s Note: This is the first Supernatural fanfiction I’ve written and the first fanfiction I’ve posted on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it!
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You look down at your phone, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone else in the crowded and unfamiliar diner, you were meant to be there on a date, but it seemed to you that you had been ditched after your supposed boyfriend failed to turn up. You had texted and called him lots of times, but he hadn’t answered your calls or replied to your messages at all.
You had come home from work like normal about a month ago and saw him with a random girl, he denied that he would ever do anything with anyone but you,but he was obviously lying. Since the confrontation you hadn’t brought up his disloyalty, but the tension between the two of you was becoming worse and worse and arguments between you were becoming a regular occurrence. Your boyfriend had said that the two of you were going to have a date in a local diner to prove to you that he did care about you and the relationship you had together, but so far the date, or lack of it, had proved the opposite of that.
After about half an hour of impatience, anger and dirty looks from the diner staff you finally ordered some food, you had given up waiting for your boyfriend to turn up, it was his loss anyway. Not long after placing your order the food arrived, it was a simple burger and fries, nothing fancy, not that you were in the mood for decadence anyway, being by yourself in a place that made you feel rather uncomfortable didn’t leave you in a good mood. You had had high hopes for this evening, but all hope of a having a nice time was slowly deteriorating.
Whilst slowly eating your fries you decided to look around at the rest of the people in the diner, it wasn’t the sort of place you usually went, you preferred to eat out in more up-scale places, so the crowd was not your usual - you probably wouldn’t be coming back here any time soon, but you might as well make the most of the experience you though to yourself. There were teenagers on awkward first dates, people sitting by themselves, looking quite bored and almost like they would rather be anywhere else but here, there was also a group of what appeared to be work colleagues on a evening out together, at least they seemed to be enjoying themselves to some extent, unlike the majority of the night’s patrons. As well as the others there were two men who, although, on the surface, appearing to fit in with the rest of the customers in the diner seemed a bit different and they piqued your interest; one of them was looking at his laptop with a discarded salad next to him, probably one of the less popular menu items, he seemed to be too absorbed in what he was looking at to bother with the food that he had ordered, he didn’t appear to be a fan of his surroundings, but he certainly looked used to diners, and even if he wasn’t a fan of them or the food served he was certainly a regular. The other man seemed more interested in his burger than whatever his friend was doing, but he still talked to him, however, it was evident he was bored and wanted to get on with whatever he was doing. Neither of them seemed local, and your town wasn’t really a tourist destination so they were probably here for work of some sort. You couldn’t work out what sort of job they had, your deducting powers only stretched so far
When you get bored you start analysing people and deducting things about them, it isn’t really intentional, your mind just wandered and it was second nature for you by now. You wonder how people’s lives are, their likes and dislikes, what makes them tick; every person is like a book to you - just waiting to be opened and read, their story revealed to you from small clues they leave without realising. This unintentional inferring had been something you had done for as long as you could remember and when you were younger you had been told off numerous times by your mom for staring at strangers in public and telling her about what you thought about their lives, doing this quite loudly had lead to some very awkward situations on public transport; at the time you didn’t realise it was invasive of their privacy and not polite to talk about, but as you grew older you learned that you should keep assumptions to yourself, even if they were interesting and probably. The weird staring that accompanied your deducting had lead to some unfortunate confrontations over time and even once caused you to get in a fight with someone. Â
You looked away from the men and down at your meal, they didn’t look like the sort of people that would appreciate a random girl staring at them in a random diner. Your phone’s familiar text notification sound went off and you checked to see who had contacted you. It was your boyfriend. You read the message.
Y/N I’m sorry I couldn’t come - I’m working overtime x
Your mood changed from irritated to full on rage, but you managed to keep it in and not cause a scene. You didn’t respond to him. You were too angry. You knew he was lying. You wondered how stupid he thought you were, both of you knew he wasn’t working overtime, he was probably in a nice restaurant on the other side of town with that bitch he denied even existed.
Sighing, you looked down at the food you had, it was ordinary diner fare, but it wasn’t your first choice of a meal. Your boyfriend, if he was even that any more, probably decided to send you here on purpose, he was probably know laughing about it now with some other girl.
“That. Son. Of. A. Bitch.” you said, to no one in particular and getting another disapproving glare from a member of staff.
You only had a few fries left when one of the men you had been looking at earlier, the shorter of the two, came over to you, hopefully it wasn’t about the staring you thought.
“What’s someone as pretty as you doing alone at a diner on a Friday night, date ditch you or something?” He asked.
“What? Questions and compliments already without even introducing yourself?” You said to him, laughing slightly.
“Oh, sorry, my name’s Dean, What’s yours?”
“Y/N”
“Okay then, Y/N, what’s someone as pretty as you doing alone at a diner on a Friday night, date ditch you or something?” Dean repeated.
“Yeah,” You replied, “ My boyfriend said he’d meet me here, but he didn’t show up, he’s probably in some fancy restaurant with some stupid random girl.”
“If he’s doing that he doesn’t deserve you.” Dean told you.
“I suppose. Anyway,” You said trying to change the tone of the conversation, “I’ve told you what I’m doing here, what about you?”
“I’m here working with my brother, family business,”
“Family business?” You enquired.
“Me and Sam are mechanics.” Dean’s response seemed well rehearsed, and you suspected he wasn’t telling the truth about what he and his brother was doing in town, and if it was even work, the man was an enigma you were determined to crack. You looked over at Sam, who was still engrossed in whatever he was doing on his laptop.
“Mechanics, really?” You said, laughing slightly, “You don’t really strike me as mechanics.”
Dean chuckled a bit, “In a good way or bad way?”
“Good way, don’t worry! I thought your brother was researching something, or along those lines.”
Dean looked taken aback by you observation, but quickly composed himself; Sam was definitely researching something, and it wasn’t how to fix a car. “Sam’s not researching anything, Y/N. He’s probably checking some emails or something like that.”
Your phone buzzed, you had received another text, probably from your boyfriend again. You decided to check, just to make sure you knew who it was trying contact you. Missing a text from your mom or someone like that wouldn’t be good.
Y/N are you ok? You haven’t replied
It was him. Your night had been staring to look up when you met Dean and you didn’t really want to think about your failure of relationship you would have to go back to.
“What was that about?” Dean asked.
“Boyfriend. Apparently he’s worried about me, he wasn’t before. His date has probably gone wrong and he wants to pretend it never happened.” You respond, an irritated tone to your voice.
Dean looked you in the eye and put his hand on your shoulder, “Y/N, if he’s making you feel so unhappy end it, it’s not worth it.”
You were quiet, unlike the rest of the diner. You were unsure of how to reply. You weren’t sure how this had happened, but here you were, in a random diner you had never been to in your entire life, being given relationship advice from a man who, just hours ago didn’t even know you existed. Despite how foreign the situation was you knew that Dean had a point, you shouldn’t force yourself to remain unhappy.
“I suppose you’re right,” You said, breaking the quickly becoming awkward silence, “forcing myself to carry on this stupid relationship seems completely illogical when I think about it.”
You picked up your phone and texted your boyfriend.
Change of plan, I’m fine where I am, without you
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