Apr 8, 2020
“Again
It’s 6 am. It’s raining. You’re on my mind.
Again.”
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“Again
It’s 6 am. It’s raining. You’re on my mind.
Again.”
“When I think about being apart... all I want is for us to be together.. forever. Y’know? Don’t you want to be by my side, always?”
QuoteText (#4)
Third Final Part To Dean x Reader
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A/N: This is the final part to the Dean x Reader QuoteText. By request.
Warnings: language
Word count: 1,220
Requested by: @outer-space-is-a-quiet-place
Sam's P.O.V
"What the hell do you mean she 'sold her soul'?" Dean was just as mad as I imagined he would be.
"Technically, sweetheart, I gave up my soul," Y/N had come down from her high and was barely buzzed.
"Y/N, not helping. Dean listen, we can't just let her go," a loud sigh came from behind me.
"Yeah Dean, you can't just let me go free and in the wild," apparently she found this amusing, she had reason to, being soulless took a lot from a person and I should know.
"This isn't funny. Why the hell did you sell-give away your soul? I mean, drugs are one issue on it's own, but really Y/N?" Dean was more than likely about to start a fight he didn't want to, but I couldn't stop him.
"Unless you have pizza, don't talk to me," she was completely unphased by what was going on and how we were responding to her actions.
"'Where are you going?" I honestly thought she was going to leave, it'd be pretty damn hard to stop her.
"Well you two fuckers are keeping me on lockdown, so to my room genius," this was going to be one interesting experience.
Your P.O.V
They never let you do what you wanted, and they sure as hell weren't going to start now. Go figure. Did they really think they could tell you what was and wasn't acceptable? They could have a good time with that. You walked into your room, still exactly how you left it.
"God it's like walking into a damn depression zone," you placed your hands on your hips, exclaiming as you sighed out in irritation. "I think a new style is in order," this was going to be fun.
Dean's P.O.V
"It"s my fault Sam, she's this way because of me. I should've told her the truth and we would never be in this position. She would never be like she is," guilt overcame every part of my mind, just thinking about how I destroyed the person I loved life.
"Everything in your life is a reflection of every choice you have made. If you want a different result, make different choices," I knew he meant well but he wasn't helping at all.
"You don't think I know that? I-" we were interrupted by a loud crashing sound from somewhere in the halls. Both of us got the same look and rushed to see what it was without saying a word.
"'Y/N? The hell are you doing?" I couldn't even walk to her doorway. The hall was packed with random stuff thrown in every direction.
"What does it look like I'm doing? Redecorating," another thing was thrown, this time directly at me. "Everything in here is just so-bleh," yep, she'd lost it.
"You can't just throw things around," Sam tried stepping in, but got the response we both were sure he'd get.
"And why is that Moose Boy?" he only sighed at her, day one of soulless Y/N and we both were already pulling our hair out.
Your P.O.V
"Look boys, I'm not quite sure what you want me to say or do but I do know one thing. As long as you keep me here, I'll do whatever I please. You're lucky I'm staying here and not walking out that door. So just shut up, and be happy. K?" you couldn't stand them already. So much for not feeling anything, all you felt was irritated.
One whole boring month had passed. And guess what? You were still stuck inside the bunker. Dean had been avoiding you, while Sam had been hounding you. Poor Moose was losing his shit over you being soulless. Just when you thought the day couldn't get anymore irritating, Dean walked up. Here we go.
"Can we talk?" really? Technically you two were already talking.
"'Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of me being a fabulous bitch," you crossed your right leg over your left, letting them angle from the table you were sitting on.
"Come on Y/N, be serious," he walked towards you. sitting on the chair next to you.
"Life's too important to be taken seriously Dean-O," calmly, you ran your fingers through his messy morning hair. "haven't you heard sweetheart? I'm not yours anymore," his eyes closed as you touched him. Damn, you had him wrapped around your finger. Couldn't say you didn't like it.
"Y/N, I love you. I'll never stop loving you, and I have for years now...I just didn't know how to tell you," pulling his head into your chest, you could feel his breathing ease into a softer rhythm.
"Tell me how much you love me," this was fun, you could do this all day long and all night if need be.
"You're my medicine," he looked up into your eyes and in return you placed a deep kiss onto his lips, rubbing your hands through his messy hair as you did so. Pulling back from the long kiss you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting them droop over his back.
"How bout' you slip into something more comfortable," the two of you got the same smile on your face. "Perhaps a coma," you pushed him back and hopped off the table, laughing at his upset reaction.
"Please let me help you, I love you," tears began to fill his candy green eyes. Poor baby Dean, so cute when he was heartbroken.
"Congrats," another laugh came from your chest and out your mouth. "You know, you deserve a handjob from Edward Scissorhands," you chuckled as you walked off into your room. God you loved fucking with him.
Dean's P.O.V
In the end we're all just humans drunk on the idea of love, only love, could heal our brokenness. Loving her was the last thing I was really good at. Why wasn't I there when she needed me the most? There was one thing I learned from all of this. Put up a fight for what you fucking love, because if you don't get off your chest, you'll never be able to breathe. I couldn't control the world I was in, couldn't walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in what made me happy. She. She was what made me happy, and I'd broken the thing I loved the most. I didn't care how, I was going to fix what I'd done to her. No matter what.
"What do you mean you want her soul back?" Crowley must've thought Ii was joking or something.
"I mean exactly that. Give her the damn thing back, she needs it," anger flourished inside of me.
"I can't Squirrel, and even if I could, I wouldn't. She gave it to me for a reason," I wanted to shoot his ass so bad I couldn't bare it.
"Why can't you,"
"It's apart of our deal. She wanted to make sure she couldn't get it back in any way, shape, or form," my heart dropped to my stomach. This couldn't be happening. I'd destroyed her, and now she was stuck like this until she died. Now what was I supposed to do?
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QuoteText (#2)
Part two to the Dean x Reader
Warnings: Drug use, light language
Word count: 1,075
A/N: I decided to post more of the Dean x Reader QuoteText because it was in my mind and itching to get out. I'll post a second new QuoteText today as well. It won't have a second part to it because I have a lot of longer imagines going on. Remember: I post at least 1 QuoteText a day. A QuoteText is something I came up with where I infuse quotes, song lyrics, and poems into my writing. Everything that isn't from my mind will be in italics.
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Dean’s P.O.V
I never thought that someone could make me smile just by hearing their voice, or want to break down when they're away from me for more than a couple hours. But isn’t it weird, how these two things are both positive and negative, but both showed how much I love her. I guess that’s why so many people say love is a weakness, because while it strengthens you, it also makes you the most vulnerable you’ve ever been. Her being away from me killed me. Her absence in the bunker made the environment less alive and more dull. It felt like something was missing, and it was my fault.
“I don’t understand Dean, why would you tell her you didn’t love her if you really do?” Cas always a little on the slower side, but this was one of those times I couldn’t handle it. So I walked away, completely ignoring him as I wandered off into the kitchen.
“It’s not easy to explain Cas. Yeah he loves her, but,” I could hear my bother letting out a sigh. “He did it for her safety,”
“Y/N is a hunter, she will never be safe,” the confusion in his voice was clear, but understandable.
“If you guys are going to talk about me, at least do it when I’m not around to hear it,” they honestly needed to work on being discreet. I grabbed my coffee and headed to my room. “Let me know if you find a case,”
“He made a mistake Sam. He needs her. How do we help?”
“We can’t help him, he has to do it himself. Unfortunately, people have to make the mistake before they realize they made one,”
Sam’s P.O.V
I was torn as I finished talking to Cas. Y/N was my best friend, and Dean wa my brother. I knew they were both hurting, and I wanted to help them both. Dean was closing everybody off while he dealt with this in his own way. Y/N...she didn’t have anybody to turn to, the only people she had was me, Cas, and Dean. It’d been almost a week since she went her own way, and all I could think about when I pictured her was a girl suffering from withdrawal. Thin, shaky hands barely able to wipe the cold sweat. From her pale quivering face her large, blue eyes like dark oceans sinking into her frail skin. Weighed down by hardship, drowning from a merciless uncontrollable drug. There’s no needle. No bottle. No power. No scar’s. There’s just him.
Reader’s P.O.V
It’s 2:38am but you never sleep anymore because everytime you close your eye’s his picture burns in your eyelids and the thought of it sits in the back of your brain. Painting usually helped you take whatever was on your mind, off. But he was all you could think about.
“Two damn years,” pacing back and forth in the rundown motel room, you just let it all out. “And for what? To get told ‘yeah sorry not sorry’!” honestly, you weren't one to be angry, but all you felt since that day was anger and sadness and you couldn’t take it anymore. So you threw on a jacket, grabbed your wallet, and went to the liquor store. If you couldn’t distract yourself, you’d just forget for awhile.
Sam’s P.O.V
My phone light lit up the ceiling as a text message came through. Picking up the phone I read the text
Y/N: Hey Sammy. I think I need some help.
Instantly I thought of the worse, it was the Winchester way.
“What’s wrong? Where are you?” shaking fingers made it hard to type
Y/N: I did something I probably shouldn’t have. I’m at a motel like n hour or so from the bunker.
I didn’t even bother replying, she knew I’d come.
“Cas, I need to go somewhere. It’s important Dean doesn’t know,” I could tell by the look of instant concern that something was wrong with Y/N. “she’s okay, she just needs me right now,”
“Go, I’ll make sure Dean doesn’t find out you’re gone,” if there was one thing Cas was bad at, it was lying. But I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Not even an hour later I pulled into the motel, the door was wide open to the room she was in. Grabbing my gun I darted into towards the door, hoping she wasn’t hurt.
“Sammy, heyy,” her drunk voice came from the bed. “I didn’t think you’d come,”
“‘Why wouldn’t I?” I put my gun away, I turned on the light and then shut the door.
“Damn easy with the lights! And I thought you wouldn’t come because of what happened,” her arm was shielding her eyes. My eyes darted over to the table where a white substance rested.
“Y/N, please tell me you didn’t,”
“Didn’t what? Oh, that,” she seemed unphased in every way. “Uhhhh I didn’t do it???” a laughing tone came out as she spoke. “Don’t worry, I drank some Vodka with it. Ya know, to make sure it was really in there,”
“This isn’t funny Y/N,” I tried my best not to yell.
“You seem stressed, I recommend Vodka,” standing up she walked over to the table, inspecting the drugs in front of her.
“I’m worried about you,” everything I said went over her head.
“Hey Sam, I think the guy who gave this to me sold me fake stuff. Mind smelling the cocaine and telling me if it’s authentic?” I couldn’t believe her. Less than a week without Dean and she’d lost it.
“You need to stop all of this before you do something stupid,” but she only laughed. “Unless you already did. What did you do?”
“Besides doing coke, getting drunk off my ass and giving Crowley my soul for free? Nothing,”
“You sold your soul for ten years, literally for nothing?” my voice grew a little louder.
“No, idiot. I gave him my soul. Like he already took it,” she leaned back in her chair, taking a drink from the bottle.
“Why the hell would you do that?”
“I couldn’t forget him, so I just made it so I wouldn't care. Seems to be working pretty damn well,” not only would Dean be made, he would blame himself. And God only know how he will react.
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