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Sweet Home Sioux Falls Pt 4: Drunks Say the Darndest Things

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Reader x OC

Words: 7200ish (so much drama in one part)

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship, Swearing, Drinking, Fighting (More under the cut by the tags- don’t want to spoil!)

Summary: (Very loosely based off of Sweet Home Alabama) Years after you left your old life to start a new and “better” one in New York City, your now-fiance decides that it’s time to meet your father, Bobby Singer, which unfortunately avalanches into him meeting all your friends, family, and your not-so-ex-husband Dean Winchester.

A/N: Remember, guys, the timeline is all out of wack. Basically everyone’s alive and Dean never went to Purgatory. Also, the reader’s current relationship is based off of a manipulative relationship I was in. The attitude and thoughts the reader has after she fights with Patrick? Yeah, that’s not healthy. So if you can relate to her relationship, please please please step back and analyze yours. It may not be as happy and healthy as you think. Always here to talk, listen, and share my experience if anyone needs to hear it <3 Feedback is, as always, much appreciated!

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You slammed the door to Patrick’s Prius shut and stared at the bar in front of you. The familiar rotting wood and crooked “Roadhouse” sign stared down at you almost menacingly. Nothing like standing face-to-face with a past you vowed to leave behind.

This was where you had your first beer, hung up your first hunting souvenir, and even where you held your wedding reception. How romantic.

You could almost clearly remember Dean kicking down the front door, both of you hammered and your dress slightly ripped from your groom being unable to keep his hands off you. You remember stumbling into Sam and him telling you he’s so glad he got the chance to call you his sister before everything went down. The night was full of cheerful somber, as everyone drank to ignore the fact that Sam was planning to fall headfirst into Hell’s pit in just a couple of days.

Sam had forced you and Dean to get hitched before his fated sacrifice arrived, begging to let him witness it and just have one last day with his family before it all ended for him.

After the day he fell into the pit, you and Dean drank yourself to the floor for months until finally setting up the apple pie life Sam had made you two promise to pursue. The civilian lifestyle only lasted half a year or so, ending right when a soulless Sam came strolling up to your doorstep.

Then you fought for his soul, Castiel betrayed the three of you, Leviathans poured into Earth, Sam went crazy, Castiel returned, the mother of monsters came to earth, you became…

Before you could think back to what changed you and Dean forever, a ring from your cellphone startled you from your thoughts.

You quickly pulled it from your pocket and smiled at your fiancé’s name lighting up your phone. You turned away from the inevitable confrontation in the bar and pressed the answer button.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” You cooed into the phone. It was true. You did. And he deserved to hear it after all the chaos he had to go through.

“Well, I should hope so,” Patrick chuckled. You frowned when you didn’t hear him return your sentiment. Perhaps seeing your past really did shed a new light on you and he was rethinking everything. You absentmindedly fiddled with the diamond ring on your finger, your nerves almost causing you to miss his following question.

“Behaving, I assume?”

You scoffed as looked back up at the beaten up bar.

“Of course I am, honey. I told you, I’m not here to drink myself silly. I’m here to…catch up with old friends,” You defended, voice trailing at the end as you caught Dean’s figure through the dusty window, holding the hand of his supposed date. You gripped the phone tighter as you turned away from the sight.

“Well you can’t blame me for worrying after almost being attacked by one of your old friends.” You could practically hear Patrick’s sneer over the line.

You sighed, “I know, babe. I’m sorry about that. Really. He just gets…protective.”

“Yeah, he was pretty damn protective for a cousin. Coming at me before he even knew me,” Patrick complained.

“It’s just family,” You explained.

“Right, speaking of which…” Patrick began and, as if trained, your heart cinched as you felt yourself prepping to go on the defensive. “For him to be so ‘protective,’ you two must’ve been close. How have you never told me you were related to the Dean Winchester?”

You gulped and your mind whirled as you tried to think of some sort of explanation.

“We were close but…drifted apart after I moved. I thought he didn’t want to talk to me after I...turned into a ‘city-girl,’” You lied.

You heard Patrick scoff, “Typical Hicksville Midwestern folk. Always judging us ‘yankees’ or whatever they call us because we actually have class. I mean, going as far to disown-“

“Not disown. My dad never disowned me,” You defended. Sure, Bobby never tried to contact you and it hurt, but the way his eyes lit up when he saw you come home made you think perhaps there was more to it then him being disappointed in you.

“Yes, but-” Patrick started before you interrupted.

“Besides, I used to be one of those “Hicksville Midwestern folk” and you love me.”

“Because you’re perfect now,” He complimented smoothly.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“So, anyway…will I see you tonight?” You asked, hesitantly, already knowing the answer.

“Babe, I told you before that I have a lot of work to get done. I don’t have time to go out to some bar. Not all of us have the freedom to go out and party whenever we please like you, honey. I have an important job to get done,” Patrick explained.

“Oh, yeah, I know,” You muttered sadly, kicking the dirt beneath your feet dejectedly. “I just…we came here for you to meet my old friends and family and I-”

“Don’t try to guilt me, Y/N. I’m tired of you always manipulating me,” Patrick scolded.

“I-I’m not, I just-”

“You are. You do it so much that you don’t even realize it and I’m sick of it.”

You froze, unsure of what you did but knowing you did something. You really didn’t want him upset during this vacation. You kicked yourself for riling him up.

“I’m sorry, Patrick. You’re right, I should have just taken your no as a final answer,” You gave in, eyes glued to the lines you were drawing in the dirt.

There was a pause over the phone before Patrick let out an exasperated sigh and said, “Tell you what, why don’t I put some of this work off for tomorrow and drive up to this bar later tonight? Since you apologized.”

Your heart nearly sprung out of your chest in excitement.

“Really?! Oh, yes please! Everyone will love you!” You chirped, your mood instantly changing.

Patrick chuckled at your tone and responded, “We shall see. You know how these Midwesterns treat people like me. I’m putting a lot of work off tonight to come see you and be judged by everyone so I hope I’m going to get something good out of it tonight.”

You heard his seductive tone and your smile faltered. “Tonight?” You asked. You heard Patrick’s “Mmm-hmm” on the other end and replied, “I don’t know, honey...It’s been a really long day and this night out will probably leave me worn out, to be honest.”

“Then why don’t you skip the bar and come back to me?” Patrick suggested. “Patrick, I see you everyday. This is my first time seeing them in years. It’s only polite to stop by and-”

“You’re choosing them over me,” Patrick concluded, the annoyance clear in his voice.

“No! Patrick, ugh,” You groaned. You rubbed your rubbed your eyes until an idea hit you. You smiled as you teased in an overly seductive tone, “Tell you what, you come here earlier than expected for some fun and then we can leave earlier than I planned for some fun of our own.”

“Are you trying to bargain with me over sex?” Patrick asked, sounding disgusted.

You were taken aback. “You just tried that with me!”

“No, I didn’t. Don’t put that on me. I merely insinuated it while you blatantly ordered me to do something in exchange for sex. I was simply playing around with you.”

“So was I!” You defended. You had no idea how this phone call had gone south so fast.

“No, you weren’t. I know how you work,” Patrick accused. He let out a sigh and said, “Look, I have to get back to work. Maybe I’ll stop by there, maybe I won’t. We’ll see.” “Fine, I guess we will,” You responded, already assuming he chose the latter.

“Don’t count on it with how childish you’re acting.”

“How childish I’m-?!”

He hung up before you could finish.

You stood there in shock with the phone still up to your ear. That conversation took a completely different direction than it had started on. He had never gotten snippy like that with you before.

Maybe he was right, though. Maybe being back to your old town was causing you to revert back into the old habits he hated so much. Maybe you were acting childish towards him.

You made a mental note to have a serious talk to him once you returned to your hotel and give him an apology.

You put the phone back into your pocket and turned towards the bar. You took a few deep breaths as if about to jump head first into deep, icy waters, and then marched into the front door of your past.

It was just as chaotic as you remembered.

Despite the bar being dim from the lack of lamps and the musty furniture, the atmosphere was completely lit up by all the hunters in the room. They were practically shouting conversations at each other, making toasts to the fallen every few minutes and lovingly yelling obscenities to their hunting partners across the room.

The Roadhouse had a sort of magic to it that would make even the gruffest of hunters hold a constant smile on their face, and by magic you meant its never-ending tap.

You were surprised to even find yourself smiling a bit at the sight. You shook your head and wiped the pleased look off your face as quickly as you could.

You left this world for a reason, no reason to get sentimental now.

You saw a woman in a plaid shirt with long brown hair walk out from behind the bar. You stiffened and before you could make yourself scarce, she caught your eye.

Her eyes widened and she nearly dropped the beer in her hands as she announced to the room with a delighted tone, “Trouble done just walked back into my life disguised as my favorite step-daughter!”

The whole bar nearly went silent and looked over at you. In the split second that they registered who the Yankee standing in their bar was, hoots and hollers erupted. You could hear shouts of “Y/N the Felon!” and “Somebody hide the Tequila!”

You groaned but gave a slight wave to everyone. Ellen walked towards you and you tried to hide the grimace as you saw her arms outstretch towards you.

“Honey, drive that pretty face over here and give me a hug!” She said, not giving you a choice as she pulled you into a tight embrace.

You were confused. Why was she being so nice to you now? She could be faking it for appearances but that was never Ellen’s style. If she didn’t like you, she’d let it be known. But then why did she not invite you to her and Bobby’s wedding?

Despite your opinion of her shouting against it, you returned the hug and gave her a smile when the two of you broke apart.

“Bobby, told me you were in town but I could scarcely believe it!” Ellen said.

More like didn’t want to believe it… You thought.

You forced the smile to remain on your face and replied, “Yeah, just needed to introduce him to my new fiancé.”

You held up your ring and Ellen’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She grabbed your hand and stared down at it in awe.

“Hot damn, I’ve never seen a rock that huge in all my years. Who the hell is this Mr. Warbucks?” Ellen asked, giving you a crooked smile.

“His name is Patrick Pierce. He’s the President of the Soul Society. Very handsome, suave, and extremely classy,” You described, glancing over at Dean who was currently shot gunning a beer with a fellow hunter while his date watched in delight.

You remembered how you used to shock the whole bar by finishing your shot gunned beer in less than 7 seconds. You wondered if you’d even be able to attempt it now, seeing as you haven’t had much to drink in quite a few years.

“Soul Society?” Ellen repeated, letting go of your hand.

“Yes, they’re an organization of hunters up in New York. I was just initiated into it last fall. It was a very extensive process,” You explained.

Ellen furrowed her brows.

“I think I remember Ash mentioning them a while ago…He didn’t dive in too much about it, but I remember he didn’t have the best things to say about the people a part of it,” She recalled.

You narrowed your eyes and felt your muscles tense as you snapped, “Well, I’m one of those people now and I’d appreciate it if you respected it as well as myself.”

Ellen swayed a bit, taken aback by a tone you never dared to use against her when you were younger. Her eyes roamed you as she took everything in. High heels, tight black skirt, expensive off the shoulder sweater, hair perfectly tied up in a tight bun. It was clear you weren’t the same little girl that would play pretend with her daughter anymore.

She gave you an apologetic smile and said, “You’re right. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just worry about you.”

You stared at her a bit, disbelieving that the woman that conveniently “forgot” her own fiance’s daughter’s wedding invite took the time to worry about her.

A long, awkward silence enveloped the both of you until Ellen nodded towards your engagement ring.

“This boy treat you right?” Ellen asked, her classic Mama Bear demeanor showing.

Despite your wariness towards her, the protective tone she used to give you ever since you were in pigtails gave you a sense of warmth and security. In a way only Ellen could achieve, the tense air around the both of you dissolved and you felt yourself wanting to open up to her. Even if you still hadn’t forgiven her for not sending you a wedding invite, she had always played the part of your mother ever since yours passed away.

For the first time in this extremely long day, a genuine smile formed on your lips.

“Yes, Ellen, he treats me like a princess,” You answered.

“Well, he better be treating you like a queen. When do I get to interrogate this new bachelor?” Ellen asked with a wink. She gestured her head towards the bar and you followed her as she walked towards it and behind the counter.

“He may be coming tonight,” You answered, feeling like you were lying through your teeth.

“He working tonight?” Ellen asked. You nodded and she sighed, “Yeah, your father is too. Wish he could cut back and actually come out to one of these gatherings but I guess that’s what I get when marrying the HQ for hunters. You said Patrick’s the President of this Soul Society, right?”

You nodded again.

“Well, don’t let him pick work over you. Understand that his job is busy and he won’t be able to be with you all the time, but if he never is with you- to the point where you never see him- then you’re basically dating the idea of him,” She advised with a far off look.

You looked up at her in concern. “You and Dad okay?”

Even if you had a grudge towards their wedding, didn’t mean you disapproved their whole marriage.

She gave you a thankful smile and answered, “Yes, we are. Don’t you worry. I just miss him that’s all.”

“Yeah, I understand,” You sighed. You gave returned her smile and added, “Sorry to change the subject but before I forget, do you think you could spread the word tonight and tell everyone to keep quiet about my –uh- previous flings?”

Even though you doubted that Patrick would grace the bar with his presence, it didn’t hurt to be safe.

“You want me to ask everyone to lie about you and Dean?” Ellen summed up.

“If anybody can spread the word and intimidate a bar full of hunters, it’s you,” You smirked.

She rolled her eyes as she shot you a sideways smirk. The simple grin practically forced you back in the past and you half expected her to

“Will do, honey, but in my honest, overly-protective, motherly opinion, you best tell him about your past relationships real soon. Any marriage that starts off with lies is bound to be swimming in them,” She advised.

You bit your lip but nodded, at least acknowledging her statement. She smiled and tossed a rag over her shoulder as she asked, “So what kinda big girl drink would my little step-daughter like tonight?”

Without thinking, you automatically replied, “I'll have a Gray Goose martini, two olives, dirty."

Ellen stared at you with raised brows before commenting, “Wow, that’s one fancy poison. What ever happened to ‘just a cold one?’”

You gave her half a smile and shrugged, “Guess I changed.”

Ellen looked you over and murmured, “You certainly have” before turning to prepare your drink.

Right when she turned back around to hand it to you, you heard a woman yell out in delight behind you.

“Oh…my…God!”

You turned around with your drink in hand to see a blonde woman with a newborn her arms. You were at a loss until you heard her speak once more.

“Y/N?!”

“Jo?”

“Yes!” She jumped. “Holy shit!”

She bounded over to you and gave you crushing hug. You couldn’t believe this was the same girl you would build forts with as a kid. Her hair was shorter and she seemed to be a little chubbier than normal, leading you to believe the newborn being crushed in between the two of you was most likely hers.

“Look at you, all fancy!” Jo commented, giving you a look up and down.

“Oh, well, thank you…um, look at you! You have a baby!...In a bar.”

“Hell, I got three more in the back. This one’s still on the tit so I can cart him anywhere.”

“Right,” You responded, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

Jo, however, was able to keep it moving by bluntly stating, “You’re actually the oldest’s godmother, but I guess it’s not official since you never replied to my letter.”

“Letter?” You repeated in confusion. “I never got a letter.”

“I sent you, like, twenty,” Jo said, her smile turning into a frown. “It was when I was writing the twenty-first that I realized maybe you just were tossing them.”

You ignored her accusation and replied, “You could’ve texted me or called. I sent you all a letter with my new phone number in it.”

“We never got a letter.”

“Oh.”

You and your once-best friend stared at each other for a few very long seconds before she finally said, “Well, I think this little guy’s finally falling asleep so I’m gonna go put him in his crib. Talk to you when I get back?”

“Yeah, sure. You know, Jo,” You began, causing Jo to stop mid-turn and look over her shoulder at you. “I never really would’ve expected you to settle down with some kids.”

Jo let out a laugh and said, “Hell, I didn’t either. But I guess things change when you find the right person.”

“I guess so. Will I ever meet the amazing man that somehow tied you down?” You cheerfully inquired.

Jo paused, chewing on her lip before finally saying, “You would have if you came home sooner. He died on a hunt a couple of months ago. Didn’t bother sending you a letter when it happened.”

You were frozen in place as she icily turned away from you and carried her baby into her home in the back.

After a few beats of shock, the noise of the bars festivities slowly came back as you came back to reality.

It was a mistake to come out here. You didn’t know who anyone was anymore and they had no idea who the hell you were now. Instead of an old friend returning to a home full of family and friends, you were just a stranger in a crowded bar.

Well, a stranger that everybody probably had a grudge against. You had never felt so self-conscious in your life.

Your eyes landed on Dean with his date in the corner and you were reminded of your original reason for coming out to the Roadhouse. To get his damn signature on those damn divorce papers.

You took a long sip of your martini before prancing over to the two of them.

“Mind if I join you?” You asked as innocently as you could muster.

“Actually, we do,” Dean snapped.

You ignored him and turned to the woman leaning across the table from him, low enough to show off her cleavage. You grinned kindly at her and said, “You must be Dean’s hot date.”

“I’m Starr,” She introduced in a voice that sounded straight from a sex hotline.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” You greeted, holding your hand out to her. She shook it with a smile. You smiled back and said in a friendly tone, “I’m Dean’s snotty, Yankee-bitch wife whom he refuses to divorce even though I’m engaged to another man.”

You let go of your hand and held it up to her, showing off the prominent engagement ring on your finger. Her eyes widened into saucers and she grabbed your hand, admiring the bling.

“Hot dog, Dean, look at the size of that thing!” She exclaimed.

“Honey?” Dean sweetly interjected through gritted teeth.

“Yes, sugar?” She responded, still staring at your ring as she moved your hand back and forth to view all its angles.

“Why don’t you get us a couple of drinks, all right?” Dean suggested, forcing a smile in her direction.

“Oh, okay!” She let go of your hand and then pointed to the drink you were holding and asked, “Is that a martini?”

Dean’s smile dropped and snapped, “Not ‘me and her’ us. ‘You and I’ us.”

“Oh!” She perked up. She giggled at her mistake then gave you a wave before skipping over to the bar. You waved back with a kind smile before turning back to Dean with a stern frown.

“Why do you make me be mean to you?” You asked. He rolled his eyes and brushed past you, walking towards the boys at the pool table. You followed. “Is that what you want? To be humiliated in front of all your friends.”

Sam was seated on a stool by the pool table and heard your statement. He objected, “Oh, come on, Y/N. We were your friends to.”

You shot him an irritated side-eye before turning back to Dean who was setting up the pool game.

“Is this fun for you? Me nagging? Me interrupting your dates? Because I can do this all night,” You threatened, leaning against the table and sipping on your martini.

Dean looked up at you and gave you a smirk, “You go right ahead, sweetheart. Whatever floats your boat. I assume you’re bored without your prissy little fiance glued to your side. Decided he didn’t want to come out and hang with the riff-raff like us?”

Your eyes narrowed and you responded, “He’ll be here.”

“Why isn’t he now?”

“Busy with work,” You responded, taking a huge swig of your martini and setting the empty glass down on the pool table.

You walked away from Dean, no longer wanting to continue the conversation, only to be stopped in your tracks when you heard somebody holler at you.

“Well, looky, looky there!” You heard a man yell.

“If it isn’t little Y/N the felon,” Another man commented.

You turned to see two men eyeballing you with huge grins on their faces. One sported a mullet while the other looked skinny enough to squeeze through prison bars.

“If it isn’t the two groomsmen of the apocalypse,” You snarked back with a hand on your hip.

The one with a mullet chuckled and the skinny one began to circle around you.

“Hey, Ash?” The skinny one called out.

“Yeah, Garth?” Ash replied with a grin.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starved!”

You shook your head between them and held out your hands in fear.

“No, no, no! Don’t you dare!” You warned.

“I could use a Y/N sandwich!” Garth called out.

Before you knew it, the two men slammed into you and crushed you in between them. You struggled to get free, grunting and protesting against them

“Just seems like old times, doesn’t it?” Garth laughed.

The two men were so skinny you could practically feel their ribs stabbing into your arms. You never enjoyed this feeling, not even back in the day when your blood stream was filled with liquor.

“Get off me!” You screeched pushing them away. They backed away from you and their smiles faded as you scolded, “No, not like old time, all right? Times have changed! No more Y/N sandwich, no more Y/N taco, no more Y/N corn dog, Okay?!”

“Yeah…sure, sorry,” Ash responded, backing up slightly.

“We were just playin’ with you,” Garth responded, sounding almost like a dejected puppy.

You huffed and looked away from him, trying to ignore that almost half the bar was staring at you.

“Come on, guys, just grab a stick. Let’s play some pool, all right?” You heard Sam suggest. “And if you can’t find a cue, just pull the one shoved up her ass.”

The hunters who heard them all let out a low “ooooh” and snickered at his statement. Your face became heated and you glared at Sam. You awkwardly looked around at everyone, searching for something to say in order to take the eyes off you.

Your eyes landed on Ash and you tried to jump in on the “friendly” teasing.

“Ash, I can’t believe you’re still sporting that stupid haircut.”

“Well, I…just think it’s about to come back in style,” Ash responded, running a hand through his blonde locks. He shook off your comment and then pulled out a stool for you. “Now, you sit your Yankee ass down there and watch me teach your estranged husband and brother-in-law how to lose at pool.”

You stared at them for a few moments before smirking and walking towards the table.

“Well, see, that’s the thing,” You responded slyly, grabbing the beer out of Dean’s hand and taking a swig of it. He glared at you as you continued, “I’m not really a watch and see kind of girl…am I Dean?”

A few hours and even more beers later, you were leaning over the pool table, swaying from side to side as you lined up the shot. Although Jody and Donna had shown up and decided to stick around to watch the show, many of the hunters in attendance had already called it a night, leaving just your closest friends from your past left over. Even Dean’s date had decided to turn in, giving Dean a kiss on the cheek before they parted. The scene, for reasons you wouldn’t admit, fueled the competitive fire you were using to kick his ass.

You easily sunk the ball into the pocket and gave Dean a smile followed by a drunken curtsey before moving on to your next shot.

Garth chuckled and remarked, “Looks like you can take the girl out of the honky-tonk, but you can't take the honky-tonk out of the girl.”

His comment caught you off-guard, causing you to scratch. You shot Garth a glare and he snickered as he held up his hands in defense.

You used to treat him like a little brother, poking fun with him while knocking out any hunter who doubted him. His simple pokes felt like hard hits coming from him, especially due to the amount of alcohol and frustration in your system.

“Would you just shut the hell up for once?” You quipped causing Garth’s innocent smirk to wipe off his face. You turned away from his slightly hurt expression and watched Ash line up his shot.

“So, Dean, you gonna divorce this chick, or what?” Ash asked before sinking a ball into a pocket and moving on to the next.

Dean grumbled, “Well, she waited years. A couple more days won’t kill her.”

You swayed against your cue and shot him a look, causing Dean to add, “Unfortunately.”

“Like it’s gonna make a difference!” You snapped back, grabbing your beer and taking a long swig of it.

“You never know,” Garth said with a smile. You rolled your eyes, waiting for a jab from him as he continued, “You may be surprised to learn Dean has this whole-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Dean interrupted. “Let her think whatever she wants, Garth. She made her mind up a long time ago about me.”

“Some things never change,” You quipped.

Ash let out a grunt of curses as the 8-ball he hit missed the hole he was aiming for.

“Like Ash here,” You chirped, giving his shoulder a mocking pat. “He never could get his balls in the right pocket.”

Ash opened his mouth to fire back at you but Garth quickly jumped direct the tension elsewhere.

“Okay, Dean time to be smart about this shot. Like you were with Eve,” Garth turned back at you with a goofy grin. “Remember that Y/N? How Dean put phoenix ash in his bloodstream through a whiskey shot and tricked the bitch to take a bite outta him.”

You smiled sweetly and replied, “How could I forget? That was the night Dean got me pregnant.”

The whole bar went quiet from your statement. Sam, the only one present besides you and Dean who knew, grimaced and bowed his head to the floor. Garth was slack-jawed, Ash awkwardly chewed his cheek, Jo was looking at you in concern, and Jody and Donna had their hands on their mouths while Ellen stared in shock.

Dean’s straightened his tense shoulders and glared at you from across the table.

“Why don’t you go public with that shit?” He practically snarled.

“Oh, come on,” You whined, spinning around on your cue. “It’s not like anyone ‘round here can keep a secret anyway.”

You spinning halted when you faced Garth and you smirked at him.

“Except for Garth here,” You commented, pointing your cue at him.

Garth’s constant goofy expression turned serious and he straightened up.

“Now what did I ever do to you?” He asked.

“You never did anything to me, darlin’,” You responded sweetly, then countered, “Except jab at me all night. Thank god you’ve gone ‘vegetarian’ or else you probably would’ve taken a whole bite outta me.”

“Vegetarian?” Ash repeated, looking at his friend in confusion.

“Y/N, what the hell is the matter with you?” Sam muttered. You shot him a glare.

Even your brother-in-law was hating on you today. Everybody was. Everybody you used to love hated who you were now.

“What does she mean?” Jo asked curiously, mimicking the same confused look on Ash’s face.

“Oh, she’s just unhappy,” Garth quickly answered. “I would be too if my new fiance decided they’d have more fun with paperwork than with me.”

You felt like he grabbed a pool cue and stabbed you through the chest.

Without thinking, you snapped back, “Why don’t you just go dark side and eat a heart already?!”

It felt like the entire bar had froze as your words sunk in. All eyes were on Garth who looked completely dumbfounded.

“Eat a heart? Why would Garth eat a-” Ash went quiet when he saw his close friend’s expression. He had never seen Garth with so much held-back rage which means what you spoiled was the truth.

Garth looked around at all the shocked faces and then grabbed his jacket, mumbling, “I think I had about enough fun for the night.”

He stormed out towards the door and brushed back Jo, who automatically jumped away from him. He froze and stared at his friend, hurt by the way she was looking back at him. He looked back at all of his old friends who were all staring at him in what he assumed was fear. He bit his lip and pulled up the collar of his jacket as he quickly shuffled out of the bar.

“Hey, come on! I was just messing around!” You called after him. You began drunkenly swinging on your pool cue again until you made eye contact with Ellen. You stopped and pointed your cue at her.

“Heyyyyyyy, Ellen! How ‘bout another round of drinks for my friends here?”

“Honey, I think you’ve had about enough,” She replied cooly, staring you down with disapproval.

There it was. More judgement. That was all you had been getting the entire night and you were sick of it.

“You know what? I think you’re right,” You answered calmly before smacking your pool cue on the table. “I have had enough! I mean...how do you people live like this, anyway?!”

“Okay, that’s it. That’s it!” Dean suddenly yelled, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you out of the Roadhouse. “Come on!”

“Did you know that there's a great, big world out there?” You exclaimed to anyone that was listening, snatching up your purse as Dean pulled you out of the bar “It has absolutely nothin' to do with chitlins or children or beer!”

“I liked her better when she was crazy,” Jo mumbled to herself as she watched her once-best friend getting dragged out of her home.

The Roadhouse’s bell let out a delightful ding as Dean stomped out the doors with you in tow.

“What makes you think you can treat them like somethin' you stepped in with them fancy shoes, huh?!” Dean scolded.

“You asked for it!” You shouted back.

“I asked for it?!” Dean repeated, tightening his grip on your arm as you struggled against him. “You show up here, you steal my money, you take all my stuff, you insult my friends -who by the way, used to be your friends too- actin’ like your better than ‘em!”

“I am better than ‘em! They judged me the moment I walked through the door!”

“You were doin’ the exact same thing when you walked in!”

“Get the hell off of me!” You screamed, yanking your arm out of his hold.

“The money, the shoes, the car, the fiance...” You heard him murmur under his breath.

“Your pathetic!” You snapped.

“Oh, like your going places!” He fired back.

“Well, I am as soon as I get my damn keys out of here!” You exclaimed, digging through your purse.

“Oh, no you don’t. No, you don’t, Y/N/N!” Dean snapped, wrestling with you and deflecting your slaps as he yanked the purse out of your hands.

“Give me back my purse!” You shrieked, making a swipe at him that he easily dodged..

“You want to kill yourself?!” Dean shouted at you, loud enough to make you step back a bit. He marched towards the Impala and opened the car door, throwing your purse into the backseat. “You wanna end your life, do it somewhere else!”

“At least, I’m doing something with my life!” You boasted. “At least I’m moving on!”

“Get in the car,” Dean ordered. You staggered towards the Impala, mumbling curses under your breath and causing Dean to shout again, “Get in the damn Impala, Y/N!”

“I did!” You snapped as you plopped into the front seat.

Right as you sat down you felt a horrible lurch in your stomach. You immediately leaned out the open car door and emptied all the alcohol in your system.

“Aw hell,” Dean remarked, watching as you hurled the contents of your stomach. No matter how pissed he was at you, he couldn’t help but appreciate you still respected his baby enough to make sure none of your puke got on her.

You coughed and spit the last of it before curling up into your seat and slamming the car door. Dean slid into the driver’s seat.

“You good?” He asked gruffly.

“Shut up,” You moaned, tightening your legs into yourself.

Dean rolled his eyes and shut his car door. He fired up the ignition and pulled out of the Roadhouse parking lot. You watched the flickering letters in the rearview mirror fade from view as he drove down the road.

You felt as if you were melting against the Impala’s leather seats. You missed the way the engine would rumble and the legos in the vents would rattle. Your eyes wandered around the car you used to use as a clubhouse when you were a kid, and later as a place to sleep in with Dean when the two of you were horny teenagers. This car was almost like a second home to you.

“Can’t believe you,” Dean piped up, breaking the heavy silence between the two of you. You flinched and braced yourself for what was to come.

“Telling everyone about Garth. I’m going to have to do some major reconnaissance on that and clean up your mess. You owe him one hell of an apology.”

You shrunk lower in your seat as the crushing guilt from outing Garth’s biggest secret that he trusted you, Sam, and Dean with enveloped you. You felt the tears begin to form and you turned your head towards the window to hide them from Dean.

Dean continued to rant, “And telling them everything. EVERYTHING, Y/N! We were going to keep that to ourselves. I don’t want their pity. They don’t need to know what happened to us. What happened to our baby!”

“It would’ve died anyway…” You mumbled, keeping your eyes on the window and away from Dean.

“What did you say?” He snapped, confusing your mumbles for a backhanded insult.

“I said what you said years ago…when it happened,” Your voice cracking slightly as you answered. You turned to look at Dean and repeated, “It would’ve died anyway.”

Dean felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down his back. He gripped the steering wheel hard as he was brought back to the night that destroyed the two of you.

The sudden pain you had experienced, the blood on the bathroom tiles, the racing to the hospital, the doctor delivering the news, the sobs and wails that wracked your body until they left you into an empty shell that Dean couldn’t crack. Dean had never felt so useless in his life.

“Baby- Y/N… I shouldn’t have said that,” Dean admitted, his voice softening. He glanced at you and noted how tiny your body looked as you were curled in the front seat, deliberately turned away from him. It used to not be like this. Late night rides in the Impala with you used to be Dean’s favorite pastime.

He took deep breath before asking the question he had wanted to ask for years, “Is that…is that why you left?”

“No,” You answered. “I left because…”

You paused, finally turning and looking up at him. He stared hard down the road, determined not to break and look down at you. He was so handsome. He was so handsome, strong, broken…and no longer yours. All because you couldn’t handle the pain anymore and ran off.

You took a long, shaking breath and, with tears streaming down your face, admitted, “I left because you didn’t want me anymore.”

Dean nearly slammed the breaks and finally looked down at you. Your face was red with tears pooling down your cheeks. You were biting your lip, attempting to hold back the sobs that were making their way up your throat.

It was the shock from your words that kept Dean from breaking down right there.

“I- what?! How can you…? What made you...?” Dean stopped his babbling and took a calming breath before finally asking, “What did I do?”

“Nothing,” You sobbed. “You did nothing! After we lost…her…y-y-you ignored me! And w-when you weren’t pr-pretending I wasn’t there, you would just y-y-yell at me, telling me not to go on hunts and that I was w-weak.”

“From the damn miscarriage, Y/N!” Dean yelled out of anger and desperation for you to understand.

You flinched at the word and continued, “No, no! You acted like I was just this…this burden! You didn’t w-want me anymore. You didn’t touch me, you didn’t talk to me me, you didn’t…didn’t w-w-want a child with me anymore!”

“We can’t have that future anymore, Y/N,” Dean said, gripping the steering wheel even harder in order to keep himself stable against your crying.

“Why not?! Ellen did it! My father did it! Why can’t we?”

“Because I can’t go through that again!” Dean roared. You jumped in your seat and stared at him in shock as he finally let everything he had been feeling from that day out.

“Losing a child by some fucked up uncontrolled fate…not being able to protect them…I can’t go through that again!” Dean’s voice broke and he hit the steering wheel in frustration as everything he had held in for years finally escaped him. “I almost lost you so many times and each time broke me more than the last. How could I go through that with my own damn child? I don’t even know what the hell I would do,” Dean explained. He took a deep breath and with restrained emotion, he added, “This life…I can’t bring someone into this life.”

“We can get out of the life!” You yelled back, almost pleadingly.

“No, no we can’t, Y/N,” Dean responded gruffly. “You and I both know that. We tried and fell right back in when Sam came back.”

“Because we had nothing keeping us in the civilian life!” You almost started screaming in desperation. “If we had a child-“

“No, Y/N!” Dean snapped, making you shrink back in your seat. “We can’t…I can’t have a kid. We’re stuck in this life. I will always be stuck in this life.”

A heavy silenced filled the Impala as it drove down the dimly lit road.

“You’re right, I always will be stuck in this life...” Your sobs became quieter as you began to feel drained from all the liquor and emotions. “Because you won’t sign the damn papers. You won’t let me go after the life I want. You’re keeping me trapped.”

Dean gulped and felt his own voice shake as he replied, “No…no, I’m not…not keeping you trapped I just…we belong together, Y/N. Ever since we were kids, we’ve belonged together.”

“Not anymore. We’ve changed. We don’t want the same things anymore.”

“Y/N, I do want what you want. God dammit, I wanted to see a little mini you running up to me when I came home. I wanted to get lost in those eyes. I wanted to hold her as she fell asleep in my arms. I wanted to show her off to all our friends. I wanted to hear her call you Mom. I wanted to hear her call me Dad. I wanted-” Dean swallowed, grinding his teeth to halt his rambling and ended it with. “I can’t have what I want though. I can’t have that life.”

You were quiet as tears fell from your tired eyes. You wanted everything he said and more. It was crazy how all of that was gone in an instant. All your hopes, dreams, and conversations of what the future held gone because of one simple pain in your stomach that turned into something more.

You rested a hand on where the baby had once been, feeling a familiar emptiness that you had desperately tried to forget after long years of preoccupying yourself.

Despite the incredible pain that experience had caused you though, you still wanted to try again. You felt a hole in your chest as Dean’s words echoed in your mind, realizing just how much he was against starting a family with you.

“I still think we…” You faltered, not meaning to add him in your statement. “...I think I can have that life. I still want to try for that life...but you’re just determined to keep me from what I want.”

“I’m not trying to keep you from what you want, Y/N. I just…” Dean swallowed before admitting, “I need you with me. I...I love you. God dammit, even after all this I still love you!”

The weight of what he said filled the Impala with silence. It was the first time he said that to you in years. Your tired mind processed his words for a few minutes before finally coming to a conclusion.

“If you loved me…” You whispered, feeling yourself drift away as your eyelids fluttered shut. “…you’d let me go.”

“Y/N…baby…I can’t…I-“ Dean stopped when he looked back at you and saw you fast asleep against the Impala’s window.

Just like the nights when you two were kids and camped out in the Impala. Just like the nights when the drives to hunts were too long and you passed out. Just like the nights you’d drink everyone under the table at the Roadhouse and Dean would have to drive your drunk ass back home. Just like the nights the two of you would hold each other comfortingly after difficult hunts.

He knew you were right. He was keeping you trapped for his own selfish reasons, despite not being strong enough to give you the life you wanted. The life that Patrick could give you.

Those nights he cherished were gone now. It was time he let you go.

Part 5 Coming Soon!

Spoiler Trigger Warning: Miscarriage

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