Tags: angst, arguing, Dean is an asshole, angry!Dean
Word Count: 1,419
(Gif not mine)
"What the hell were you thinking?" Dean yelled. Gnashing your teeth together, you threw your gun into the trunk and slammed it shut. You were seriously not in the mood right now.
"I saved his life!" Dean grabbed your arm roughly and wrenched you around to face him. "Get off of me," you growled lowly, dangerously. When his grip loosened, you pulled away.
"That was way too damn risky, Y/N, don't you know that?" Dean continued. "What if you hit him instead, huh?" You and Dean were both stubborn as hell; you knew that. If you kept going at it like this, you would be fighting tooth and nail until one of you passed out.
"I don't know what else you want me to say, Dean," you said in your best calm voice as you climbed into the Impala. "There was an open shot, so I took it. And guess what? I saved a kid's life." Shaking his head, the oldest Winchester yanked his door closed a little harder than necessary.
"You missed his head with that bullet by a hair!" he continued. "A hair! You almost killed him!"
"But I didn't!" you shot back. Dean let out an irritated growl and turned the keys in the ignition, tearing off into the night.
"You see, this is your problem, you know that? You don't focus on the parts that could get someone else killed. You only focus on the parts that make you look like a damn hero! You're a shit hunter, Y/N. No real hunter would risk an innocent kid's life like that!" Oh, fuck this. If he was going to hit you where it hurt, there was no way in hell you were going to just sit there and take it.
"Don't you dare," you seethed, enunciating every word. "Don't you dare talk to me like that. Who the hell do you think you are? You think I call the hard shots so I can look like a hero? Screw you, Dean!" You could've sworn he flinched. You had never spoken to him like this before, and he was floored. "I'm just trying to save as many lives as I can before my ass gets killed in this crazy life we decided to live. Save the world one innocent life at a time. That's our job, right? I'm trying to do what's right for everybody involved. So, you listen to me, Winchester, and you listen good. I wouldn't have taken that shot if I thought it would've killed him. It was either I pulled the trigger, or he got his damn throat slit by that bastard. Yes, it was risky," you admitted fiercely, "but what isn't? Now, I know you don't like me, and quite frankly, I have absolutely no idea what I did to make you hate me so damn much, but I refuse to sit here and let you talk to me like I'm just some stupid hunter who gets in your way all the time. Do you even remember how we met?" Dean's knuckles went white on the steering wheel. "I could've let your ass to die in that vamp nest. You were out cold, bleeding out, and had three of those sons of bitches crowded around you. I didn't have to help you!" you snapped. The car went quiet for a brief moment as you allowed yourself to catch your breath. "But I did. Do you know why? Because I'm not some heartless monster, Dean. I see someone that needs my help, you bet your ass I'm gonna help them." You glared at him. "Even if it turns out that they still treat me like shit. That's the difference between me and those things that we hunt. And we hunt them together. I may not be the best out there, but I am damn good at what I do. But maybe you're so caught up in your ego you think the only good hunters in the world are you and Sam." Dean slammed on the brakes hard, and you had to brace yourself against the dashboard. You could feel the fury rolling off of him in waves as he stormed out of the car. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" you demanded, throwing the door open angrily.
"I'm taking a walk, for Christ's sake!" he snarled over his shoulder. You scoffed loudly.
"Oh, what, you just want me to wait here for you in the car while you go listen to the sounds of nature and 'find yourself?' Hell no. I'm coming with you." You grabbed your jacket from the passenger's seat and pulled the keys from the ignition, making sure to lock the doors behind you. Dean sighed heavily and stopped in his tracks as you approached.
"I didn't say you had to wait in the car for me," he grumbled, scuffing his boot into the gravel road. "You could've driven back to the bunker or something." You rolled your eyes. He always had been a drama queen.
"And let you walk for three hours to get back? We're in the middle of nowhere, Dean. Pass. If your ass got lost or killed on my watch, something tells me your brother wouldn't be very happy." Dean shoved his hands into his pockets and sighed again.
"So, that's what this is. You're just babysitting me for Sam." You shook your head.
"I never said that."
"Sure what it sounded like."
"Jesus Christ, Dean!" you exclaimed, exasperated. "Like I said, I know you hate me, but I never said I hated you. Or that I didn't care about you, for that matter. I mean, yeah, you drive me up the fucking wall sometimes-" Dean snorted. "-but that doesn't mean I want to see you hurt."
"Yeah, where'd you get that idea anyway?" Dean asked. You looked over at him in confusion, his breaths coming out in little puffs in the cold air.
"What?" you asked. He shrugged.
"That I hate you," he stated as if the answer was obvious. "I never said that either." You allowed your shoulders to sag.
"You didn't have to." Dean ran a hand through his hair and finally turned to face you.
"Look, Y/N," he began, "I ain't good at this touchy-feely crap, okay? But I'm gonna try." He licked his lips thoughtfully, much to your amusement.
"Don't hurt yourself," you mused sarcastically, earning a scowl. As Dean rolled his shoulders, you had to keep your eyes from widening. He looked... nervous? What the hell?
"The stuff I said back there... I didn't really mean any of that. You're not a shit hunter. Hell, you're one of the best I've seen." You frowned at him, confused.
"Well, then why did you say that?" Dean looked away.
"Y/N, I've killed people because of a reckless decision. Innocent people. And the guilt that comes with that?" He blinked away the ghost of a troubling memory. "It can kill you," he warned. "I've seen it before. Hell, I live with it every day." You swallowed hard. You hadn't been expecting to talk about this, but it seemed like the right time to finally bring it up.
"I know," you agreed. "I had a sister." Dean's eyebrows went up.
"I didn't know that."
"You never asked," you pointed out. He opened his mouth to say something, but you held up a hand to stop him. "It's okay," you reassured. "I don't really like to talk about it anyway." Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes for a brief moment. There was no going back now. "We hunted together for a couple years," you explained. "We were really close. She was my best friend. We followed a case in Ohio. Demon. I was reckless, and I got too close. He had a blade... she jumped in front of me." Not even the crickets dared to make a noise as you let out a shaky breath, fighting back tears. "I've, ah, never told anyone that story before." Much to your surprise, Dean Winchester took your hand and gave it a small squeeze.
"I guess there's a lot we don't know about each other," he said. You nodded.
"Yeah."
"What do you say we start over?" A small smile had the corners of your mouth quirking up.
"I'd like that a lot," you nodded.
"Good." Dean gave you another squeeze before releasing your hand and reaching into your jacket pocket for his car keys. "Me too. C'mon," he urged gently. "Let's go home."
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Tags: humor, police!reader, irritated!reader, cute!Dean, Dean gets punched
Word Count: 1,217
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(Gif not mine)
The second you walked into the police station, you saw him. When he gave you that shit-eating grin with raised eyebrows, you only shook your head back at him. For some reason, being behind bars in a police station was a joke to him, but to you, it definitely wasn't, and you were definitely not amused. Before you could march over to him and ask him what the hell was wrong with him, your boss's voice caught your attention.
"Y/N." You walked over to her desk, begrudgingly. You were about to get an earful based on the look on her face, which was total bullshit, considering none of this was your fault in the first place. She leaned over the front of her desk as you got close, her voice low.
"You wanna tell me why this man used his one call on you? How the hell do you two even know each other?" Dean looked a bit more anxious than before when you glared over at him. Maybe he was finally starting to understand the severity of the situation. Good. He treated this like it was all some big game, but when it came down to it in the end, the legal system could leave you with your hands tied, and you wouldn't be able to do anything. Anything legal, anyway. And as a police officer, it wouldn't exactly look great on future resumes that you helped a "nationally wanted" man slip through the system. That dipshit. One of these days, he was really going to get himself into trouble, and you weren't going to be able to help him. Really, he was lucky that he wasn't already on his way to prison.
Your boss turned the screen of her computer for you to look at, and you understood. Of course, he hadn't given her his real name. Looking back at you was a picture of Dean, but the name and information were all wrong. "Michael Gallagher."
"He's an old family friend," you said with a grimace. Calling Dean a "friend" was a complicated situation, and it was about to become a lot more complicated if this little conundrum affected your chances at a big promotion. "What's he in for?"
"Disorderly conduct," she answered, and you had to bite back a breath of relief. If that was all, things weren't as bad as you had initially made them out to be.
"Listen," you sidled up to the side of her desk, lowering your head. "I know this doesn't excuse any behavior that violates the law, but he's a little..." Leaving the sentence open-ended, the two of you turned your gaze on Dean, who grinned winningly back at you. Your boss sighed.
"Yeah, I can see that."
"Now, I know this is a class C demeanor, and that's not something I take lightly," you continued. "So, if you really think he needs to do the thirty days, I'll support your decision. But do you think we can cut him a little bit of slack just this once?" Your boss gnashed her teeth together in irritation for several moments before she finally responded.
"$500 fine," she barked. "That's the best I can do, but this is a one-time thing, Y/N, you hear me?" You stood straight up, nodding frantically.
"Yes, ma'am." She tossed you the keys to the cuffs.
"Good. Now get him the hell out of my station before I change my mind." As you approached the cell where Dean had been locked up, his face lit up. You first unlocked the cell door, and then knelt down in front of him to unlock the handcuffs.
"Long time, no see."
"Don't," you warned, being careful not to let your boss hear you. When he was free from all restraints, you grabbed him by the arm a bit more forcefully than necessary, ushering him out of the station.
"Come on, 'Mikey,' let's get you home." The moment the door to the station closed behind you, you let go of Dean's arm.
"Y/N," he started.
"Don't," you said again. "Not yet. She can still see us." The two of you walked in silence for a few more moments before you finally reached got close to your car, which was mercifully out of the station's view.
"Look, sweetheart, I-" In one smooth motion, you whirled on your heel, and slugged him right in the mouth. Dean staggered back, clutching his jaw in surprise. You smirked, despite yourself. That had been one hell of a punch. "Son of a bitch!" he swore, swiping his tongue over his now-swollen bottom lip. As you planted your hands firmly on your hips, he took a moment to collect himself. "Okay, I deserved that one," he finally admitted.
"Yeah," you agreed. "You did. I help you and your brother with a case, you sleep with me, and you're gone the next morning? That's a real shitty thing to do, Dean." He took a cautious step toward you, raising his hands placatingly.
"Y/N, I'm sorry. It wasn't anything personal, and I thought we were on the same page."
"And then the next time I hear from you is..." You glanced down at your watch. "Two in the morning to get your ass out of trouble with local police. You know what, I think you might deserve another one." You swung at Dean again, but this time, he dodged.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Okay, the first one was totally fair, but don't you think this is pushing it?" You let out a heavy breath through your nose, and your eye twitched.
"I think you’re pushing it," you shot back. Dean bowed his head, as if embarrassed, surprising you.
"I know," he agreed. "I'm sorry." That certainly wasn't what you had been expecting. "How can I make it up to you?" You gave him a suggestive once-over, looking up at him through your eyelashes
"Oh, I can think of a few ways." Dean matched your expression as you traced a finger over his chest.
"That so?" he replied. "Well, I think we can arrange that." You took a step back, clasping your hands together.
"Great! So, you're buying, then?" Dean frowned.
"Wait, what?"
"Breakfast," you answered. "After a long nap, though," you added as an afterthought. "It's still technically the middle of the night, and I was awakened at the ass-crack of dawn to take care of some business, on my day off, by the way." The bewildered look on Dean's face was absolutely priceless. "What else did you think I meant?"
"Well, I mean..." He swallowed hard. "I thought..." Leading him to your car, you patted him on the shoulder.
"Relax," you finally said, relieving him of the embarrassment. "Let's just head back to my place, and we'll get some food a little later, okay?" The eldest Winchester sighed in relief and got into the car.
"Yeah," he agreed. "Okay."
You weren't sure where the miscommunication had happened last time, but his apology did seem genuine. Plus, you got to punch him, so that felt pretty great. You did feel like you had to be careful around him, though. Last time, his charm had pulled you in, but you knew what to expect now. Whatever happened, you were not going to have sex with Dean Winchester again. Probably.
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