Warnings: Language, cheating (pls don’t hate me), slight feelings of inadequacy, slight descriptions of injuries, arguing, fighting, ANGST
Word Count: 2006
A/N: This was written for @wideawakeandwriting ‘s 100 followers challenge. My prompts were “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?” and “You’re cute when you’re worried.” This was also written for Kari’s @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Week 14 Hiatus Challenge. The prompt was “I never wanted to hurt you.” Admittedly, this took a way angstier turn than originally planned. Please don’t hate me and beware of the ANGST. No beta and feedback always welcomed and appreciated.
Summary: After a grueling hunt Dean’s phone goes off to show you something you never expected. Will this change yours and Dean’s relationship?
You were laying in bed at the most recent motel you guys were staying at and Dean was currently in the shower. Sam got himself a different room because …. well …. you and Dean just needed to have your own room.
You all had just gotten back from your latest hunt, a demon hunt. Those sons of bitches were the worst. This demon in particular was just trying to draw you and the Winchesters out which would have been good information to know before you went after the damn thing. It was a pretty intense battle once you had found it. He had a few henchmen that were on the larger side and could easily take the guys, which was saying a lot. The fight was brutal, but as always, the bad guys lost and you guys won.
However, that didn’t mean you didn’t walk away without some souvenirs of your own. You and the guys got pretty beaten up and got some nasty gashes. You more so than them but you didn’t want them to know that. You had to keep up your tough girl fassod. Although that was quickly fading as the pain started to settle in.
You tried to move to get more comfortable when you saw Dean’s phone light up and heard it vibrate on the night stand and grabbed it out of curiosity. You saw that it was a message from a woman named Leslie.
You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. It was one thing if a woman was sending him a racy photo, but this woman …. Leslie, she was implying they had done something. This couldn’t be true. Dean, your boyfriend of two years, friend for five before that, couldn’t be cheating on you. He would never, would he?
Just as you were getting out of bed, Dean was walking out of the bathroom still a little wet in just his boxers. He looked at you and noticed the look on your face. It was a mix of confusion, worry, anger, and sadness. So, he did what he did best, made it into a joke, not having a clue what he was walking into.
“You’re cute when you’re all worried. What’s up babe?” he said.
“I don’t know you tell me,” you said your voice dripping with venom as shoved the phone into Dean’s face. His eye’s widened at the discovery. “There’s only one woman that should be sending you pictures like this and my name isn’t Leslie …. so, who’s Leslie?”
“She’s nobody.”
“Looks like somebody to me,” you screamed as the tears started rolling down your cheeks. “She said y’all had fun. What did you have fun doing with Leslie, Dean?”
“Y/N, I – it was one ti- “
“God damnit, Dean! Don’t you dare say it was only once. Once is all it fucking takes! When?”
“What?”
“When did this happen?”
“Two months ag, when you went on that solo hunt, but I swear it meant nothing. She means nothing.”
“You mean the solo hunt I almost died on? The hunt that I came staggering back in the bunker with my guts hanging out only being held in by my hands? That hunt?” you screamed clutching your new injuries on your abdomen as that pain was getting worse.
Dean didn’t seem to notice your pain. His response to you was a meek nod.
“Nice Dean, while I was dying you were off fucking some skank.”
“Y/N, please just listen. She didn’t mean anything. I swear,” Dean pleaded with you tears now running down his cheeks.
“But she does, Dean. She means I can’t trust you. She means that I wasn’t good enough for you. She means everything Dean because she is the end of us.”
“Y/N, babe. I never wanted to hurt you. Please, wait.”
“Stop, Dean. You did hurt me. I waited too long to finally call you mine, but apparently you never were. We’re done, Dean. I’m done.”
“Baby, please,” Dean choked out between sobs. He knew he had messed up.
“Sorry, you had your shot Dean. You literally did the one thing that would end this relationship and it seems like you didn’t give a rat’s ass.”
“But I do.”
“Too little too late,” you said clutching your stomach once again feeling the blood seep through your shirt. You turned around sobbing and walked out the door.
You knew you needed help and you knew the only place you had left to go was Sam. You knocked on his door and he answered.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Sam said with concern on his face.
“S-Sammy, I need your help,” you said through pain and tears.
Sam looked downed and saw the blood and quickly ushered you into the room. He led you to the bed and lifted your shirt to see the damage and quickly grabbed the first-aid kit and got to work.
“Y/N, is this from the hunt?” Sam asked.
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you tell one of us?”
“I needed to be tough like you guys, but it got bad and I was going to have Dean help me until… ooowww!”
“Sorry, I’m almost done sweetheart. Why didn’t you have Dean help?”
“H-he cheated on me, Sammy. We got into a fight and I stormed out and came here,” you said between sobs.
Sam clenched his jaw and finished stitching you up and headed towards the door.
“Sammy where are going?”
“To kick my dick of brother’s ass for being an idiot.”
“No, Sammy please, don’t. Please just stay with me. Lay with me?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll lay with you.” You snuggled into Sam’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.
You woke up to hear arguing outside the motel door.
“Dean, what the fuck? How the hell could you do that to her?” Sam yelled.
“I don’t know, okay? Just why the hell was she in your arms?”
“Because she came to me in tears and bleeding. Dean did you even see the gash on her stomach? It was bad.”
“She said she was fine.”
“So, we all say that when we know that we aren’t. Dean she could have bleed out and you had no clue.”
“Fuck.”
After that Sam came strolling back into the room to find you awake. He gave you a sad smile and approached the bed.
“Hey sweetheart are you ready to go?”
“My stuff is still in Dean’s room.”
“It’s in the Impala. I got it for you. Do you want to ride in a different car? I can “borrow” one if you want. I know it has to be hard to face him.”
“It’s fine Sam. I’ll be fine.”
Okay so you might have miscalculated how fine things would be. The car ride back to the bunker was long and awkward. Dean was constantly staring into the rearview mirror at you looking sad and guilty, you just scowled back at him. Sam tried to ease the tension to no avail.
You went to go to your room, but Dean stopped you.
“Y/N, can we talk, please?” Dean said.
“No, I’m tired and sore. I’m going to bed.”
“Please baby- “
“Stop, you lost the right to call me that. I wasn’t kidding Dean. We are done. You know my past, my father cheated on my mother and my ex-husband of two years cheated on me for the entirety of our marriage. These are things I told you and cheating was the one thing I could never tolerate. I can handle your drinking, your moods, and your issues because god knows I have my own. But, Dean you knew and you did it anyway. So, I’m done,” you said with finality as you turned with tears in your eyes.
At that moment, you realized you couldn’t stick around the bunker anymore. It hurt too much to see Dean every day. It hurt too much to be reminded of what you lost. As much as you would have liked to take his apology and start over, you couldn’t. That would always be in the back of your mind and that wasn’t fair to either you or Dean.
You took out some paper and a pen and wrote a letter to each Winchester. Despite this decision you still loved them both, you needed them to know that. After you finished, you packed all your belongings and left the letters on the bed. You made sure both guys were sleep and slipped out into the night never to look back at the bunker or the Winchesters again.
The next morning Sam came to your room to check on you and see how you were doing only to find it empty aside from the two letters with his and Dean’s name scribbled on them. He picked up his letter and began to read.
Sammy,
First, I need you not to kill Dean okay? I know you are going to blame him but this was my decision. Truth is, yeah Dean hurt me but this life, I’m not built for it. This was the second time in a couple months that I almost bled out because of a hunt. I need out of this life and I know that you guys won’t ever leave it so this was for the best. And like I said Dean hurt me and it is just too hard to see him day in and day out and not picture him with that woman. This is for the best for all of us, Sammy. It wouldn’t be fair to me or Dean if I stayed. We would be miserable and that wouldn’t be fair to you. I love you Sammy. You are the big brother I never knew I always wanted. Since I came into your life you have always been there for me and I really appreciate that and I’m sorry I can’t be there for you. You and Dean will always be my family but I have to leave. I’m sorry for doing this, this way.
I wish you the best in life,
Your sister from another mister and mother I guess
Y/N
Sam wiped the tears from his face as he snatched Dean’s letter up and ran to find him.
“Dean!!!! This is your fault! She’s gone and it’s your fault.”
Dean looked at Sam with red puffy eyes that held bags underneath showing his lack of sleep. He figured you would leave, but hoped you wouldn’t. “I know. You’re right. She’s gone and it’s all my fault,” Dean said as he grabbed the letter from Sam’s hand and went to his room and shut the door.
Dean my love,
When I first met you, I knew you were the one. After being with Craig for two years and being miserable you were my light. I took so long to finally admit my feelings and I guess that went to my disadvantage. You were the love of my life, hell you still are, but you hurt me Dean and I can’t see passed that. I know this hurts and for that I’m sorry but this is the only way. I can’t stay there every day and see you and be reminded of what you did. This letter is not meant to yell at you more, I did enough of that. I can’t live the hunter life anymore. I’m not built for it and I know you and Sammy will continue it and I would never ask you to. This is for the best Dean, for all of us. I love you and I always will, but I need you to not look for me. I need you to move on. I need you to be happy so that way we can all be happy. That’s all I want is for you to be happy.
I wish you the best in life,
The one who got away (and will always love you)
Y/N
Dean stared at the letter the tears falling. He really fucked up and now you were gone. Gone from his life. Forever.
Summary: Dean, Sam, and you fight a demon on top of a moving train.
Pairing: None. Characters are Dean, Sam, and You/Reader
Word Count: 1010
Warnings: None!
A/N: This is for two challenges, because both of them had hilarious quotes that I thought fit well together. The first is @seenashwrite‘s 200 follower celebration. Congrats again Nash! My prompts were “I’ve always wanted to fight on top of a moving train” and “I’m sorry, what’s that? I can’t hear you over the sound of my deafening awesomeness.” The second challenge is @wideawakeandwriting‘s random writing challenge. That prompt was “I forgot I was a single parent.” I hope y’all enjoy!
“Where is he?!”
You could have sworn the train conductor jumped a solid foot straight into the air at the sound of Dean’s voice. He was a small, unimposing looking man, who couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, with shock white hair, and gigantic, round rimmed glasses. His eyes widened to fill those glasses as he took in Dean, Sam, and you, posing, what you could only assume was, a rather terrifying sight with your guns trained and your kill glares on full power.
“Where is he?!” Dean repeated, his voice rising with intensity.
The conductor pointed shakily at the ceiling. The three of you looked up in unison to an open hatch to the roof of the train, the cold wind shaking it violently from side to side.
“Oh, great,” you muttered, bringing your gun down. “When did we enter a western movie?”
Dean grinned and chuckled before turning to you and Sam. “Ok, I’m going up. You two stay here in case he makes it past me.”
“Woah, woah, woah!” you said, grabbing Dean’s hand to stop him. “Hold on a second, John Wayne. You’re can’t go up there. It’s way too dangerous. You’ll get yourself killed.”
He squeezed your hand and gave you a reassuring smile. “Y/N, relax, I’ll be fine. And, we can’t just let the demon get away. Besides,” he added with a self-assured grin, “I’ve always wanted to fight on top of a moving train.”
You rolled your eyes at him and turned to Sam. “Help me out here?”
Sam shrugged apologetically before addressing Dean. “I’ll loop around to the front of the train to see if I can block him in.” He moved to leave, but paused to look back at Dean. “Be careful.”
Dean nodded. You, on the other hand, let out an exasperated sigh as Sam turned and ran back through the door behind you. “I forgot I was a single parent!”
Dean gave your hand another squeeze, drawing your attention to him. “I’ll be ok, Y/N. You don’t need to worry,” he said with a gentle smile. “Now, come on, we’re wasting time. I’m going up. You can stay here if you don’t like it.”
“Wait,” you cried, stopping Dean again. You took a deep breath. “I’m coming with you.”
Dean shot you a satisfied grin and pulled out the demon killing knife. “Let’s go gank ourselves a demon.”
You couldn’t help but smile too, as you followed Dean up the ladder to the roof of the train, bracing yourself when the cold gust of wind hit you the minute your head cleared the hatch.
“You sure this is a good idea?” you asked, as Dean helped you out onto the roof. “Have you always wanted to die in a dramatic fall from a train?”
Dean laughed. “We’ve faced worse. This isn’t nearly as bad as the time we fought that ghost on the edge of the Grand Canyon.”
“Mmhmm….” You muttered, only half listening. Your eyes scanned the roof, zeroing in on the demon, who was two cars down. “Dean! There!”
Dean gripped the knife and moved in front of you. You tightened your hold on your gun and took another deep breath. You knew the gun wouldn’t kill the demon, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.
“Hey!” Dean yelled, drawing the demon’s attention. “Fighting on top of the train? Really? Isn’t that a little over the top, even for you guys?”
The demon let out a guttural growl and raced towards the two of you. You raised your gun over Dean’s shoulder and fired off three rapid rounds, hitting the demon square in the chest. He stumbled, but kept moving, the bullets barely slowing him down.
“Fantastic,” you muttered. Dean quickly moved forward with his knife raised, stopping the demon before it could reach you. But, before he could strike, a gust of wind blew him off-balance. He corrected quickly, but not quickly enough. As he stood back up, the demon knocked the knife right out of his hand. He grabbed it before Dean could and hit him over the head with it, knocking him out cold.
“Dean!” You rushed forward, tackling the demon as he raised the knife over Dean’s unconscious body.
The knife knocked out of his hand and skidded across the roof. You struggled with the demon, both of you trying to reach it. You could feel the train shuddering under you, the wind blowing against you, as you fought for your life.
“Y/N!” You heard Sam yell from close by. He must have found a way onto the roof.
“The knife, Sam. The knife!”
He rushed towards it, but, before he could grab it, the demon threw you off of him and right into Sam, knocking you both down. You laid there, dazed, expecting the demon to come and finish the two of you off, when you heard a loud shout. “Hey!”
You looked up and saw Dean standing behind the demon, holding your gun. “Dean, I already tried that! Shooting him didn’t work!”
“I know,” Dean grumbled. “I’m not gonna shoot him.” He reeled back his arm and sent the gun flying through the air, right at the demon. It hit him square in the head, knocking him off balance and right over the edge of the train.
“HA!” Dean yelled, throwing his hands into the air. “Take that, you demonic meathead!”
You let out a sigh of relief and sat up weakly, taking Sam’s outstretched hand to help you stand up. “Great job, Dean, but next time, you throw a gun off a train, use your own gun, ok?”
“I’m sorry, what’s that?” he said cockily, holding his hand up to his ear. “I can’t hear you over the sound of my deafening awesomeness.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you grumbled, pushing past Dean to the train opening. “You owe me a gun, bigshot.”
As you walked away, you could hear Sam and Dean’s laughter behind you, and you smiled. One thing was for sure: hunting with the Winchesters was never boring.
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