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๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐: yourself and dean had a very messy breakup. you find him at your door at 3am begging for forgiveness.
๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐๐๐: 735
๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐: dean winchester x reader
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It's 3:07am when someone knocks on your door.
And, of course, you're already awake. Mostly because heartbreak doesn't believe in sleep schedules, yet you're frozen on the couch, blanket pooled around your legs and the TV's hushed teleshopping advert in the background.
The knock doesn't tell you much other than the fact it's frantic and desperate.
Your stomach drops before your brain catches up.
You pad over to the door slowly, bare feet against hardwood, peering through the peephole.
At first, he was a little hard to make out, but you know the slope of his shoulders when he's tired, or the way he leans forward when he's bracing for a hit.
His hairs a mess, jaw unshaven. His leather jacket is thrown on with his hands shoved in his pockets, one constantly reaching for his face.
You unlock the door anyway.
โHey,โ you say, flat. Careful.
His eyes snap up. Green, glassy, wild with relief.
โHey,โ he breathes, like itโs a prayer.
Silence stretches between you. The hallway light buzzes overhead. Somewhere down the building, a door slams. Life keeps happening. Rude of it, honestly.
โI...โ Dean starts, then stops. Swallows. โCan I come in?โ
You hesitate, then step aside.
He walks into your apartment like it might bite him. Like heโs crossing into sacred ground he already burned once. You shut the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing too loud in the small space.
Then he turns, and itโs like everything spills out of him all at once.
โI messed up,โ he says, immediately. No jokes. No deflection. No Hey, sweetheart. Just truth, raw and shaking. โI messed up so bad, and I know I donโt get to just show up here, but I didnโt know where else to go.โ
You cross your arms. Itโs instinctive. Protective.
โYou made that pretty clear when you left,โ you say quietly.
โYeah,โ he nods. โYeah, I did.โ
You wait. Let him talk. You learned that the hard way that Dean only figures things out when heโs allowed to hear himself say them out loud.
He takes a step closer. Then stops himself. Good. Progress.
โI was scared,โ he says. โNot of you. Ofโฆ all of it. The good stuff. The future stuff. You were talking aboutโabout staying, and I panicked and said things I canโt take back.โ
You remember. God, you remember.
The way his voice had gone sharp. Defensive. The way heโd said you deserved someone better, like that was somehow kinder than the truth.
โAnd instead of fighting for us,โ he continues, voice cracking, โI blew it up. Because thatโs what I do.โ
You swallow. Your throat burns.
โWhy are you here, Dean?โ
He exhales shakily, runs a hand through his hair. Finally meets your eyes.
โBecause I canโt stop thinking about you,โ he says. โBecause every road I take ends up right back here. Because I donโt want to be the guy who ruins the best thing heโs ever had and justโฆ lets it stay ruined.โ
He steps closer now, close enough that you can smell him; leather, cheap motel soap, regret.
โIโm not asking you to forget,โ he says quickly. โOr forgive me tonight. Hell, maybe not ever. I justโโ His voice breaks. โI want a chance to start over.โ
The words hang in the air between you, fragile and terrifying.
You look at him. You look at the man who broke your heart and came back anyway. At the fear etched into every line of his face. At the hope heโs barely holding together with shaking hands.
โYou hurt me,โ you say.
Silence. Then softly, โIโm still here, though.โ
Dean nods, eyes shining. โYeah. You are.โ
You donโt hug him. You donโt kiss him. You donโt magically fix anything.
But you take a breath. Then another.
โYou can stay,โ you say. โTonight. On the couch.โ
A laugh breaks out of him, wet and disbelieving. โYeah?โ
โDonโt push it, Winchester.โ
He grins carefully. โThank you,โ he says. โFor not slamming the door in my face.โ You turn toward the hallway, heart racing, already exhausted by how much you still feel.
โDonโt make me regret it,โ you say.
โI wonโt. I swear. Iโll do it right this time.โ He murmurs.
You donโt know if starting over is possible, but it's worth a try.
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