~ A/N: haven’t written anything in like 4+ years, but I’m up late and found a few gems in my drafts. So here’s a little something. 😮💨🥲Hope I still got it. ✏️~
I Need You.
{{Imagine Dean disrespecting you and learning his lesson. // Y/N is sitting at the bunker table with Dean, doing some research, when a petty fight ensued between the stressed couple.}}
“-Bring me some pie,” Dean yelled, before Y/N could exit the room.
“Excuse me,” Y/N halted in her tracks and threw Dean an appalled look. “I don’t know who you’re talking to, but I sure as hell know it ain’t me.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t make this something it isn’t. You know I love me some pie.”
“Don’t gaslight me, Dean. You know I’m already upset with you. We’ve been fighting all day, you’re only going to piss me off some more.”
“I don’t know why. I did nothing to upset you.”
“Dean, I’m tired of arguing…” Y/N shot him a defeated look, hoping he’d want to begin mending things with her.
“Then don’t. Hurry on back because we have to finish up this research for tomorrow’s investigation.”
Sighing deeply, Y/N hesitated. “I’m actually gonna get some fresh air…” Grabbing her sweater from the back of her chair, Y/N huffs as she heads in the opposite direction, towards the bunker exit. Lost in thought about how she hated leaving without kissing her man goodbye, but couldn’t manage to move her feet in his direction. Instead, she vanishes out the door, not uttering a single word to Dean.
Dean was left feeling like an asshole for not preventing Y/N from leaving, but also knew he needed time for himself to cool off.
Three hours later, and not hearing a peep from Y/N, had sent an anxious Dean into a frenzy, racking his brain for ideas on how to make it up to her. The entire time he was alone at the table, gave him plenty of time to reflect and he came to the realization that, Y/N deserved better. The past couple weeks, Dean had been taking his anger and frustration out on Y/N. Although he hadn’t realized it ‘til now, he knew she deserved better. All he could do now was pray that she’d come back home, and it wasn’t too late for him to try and mend things.
Another hour later, Dean is sitting at the table again, going over the latest research with Sam and Cass. Y/N enters the bunker, a plastic shopping bag in hand, and stares down at the boys. Dean makes eye contact with her, and notices her swollen, puffy under-eyes. The guilt he felt, burned through his chest. Sam, glanced between Dean and Y/N feeling the tension, knowing a bit of what happened before Y/N left, because Dean had confided in him and Cass earlier that day.
“Don’t mind me…” Y/N speaks quietly, making her way down the steps and over towards the table. I think I’m going to shower and then you guys can fill me in?”
“Sam, Cass, can we have a minute?” Dean speaks up, signaling for the guys to leave the room.
Sam nodded, pulling Cass with him out the room.
“Dean…” Y/N speaks, once the other guys were out of sight, and she saw the hurt on Dean’s face.
“Stop, Y/N. Let me... I wanna say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking to you the way that I’ve been talking to you.” Dean gets up from his chair and walks over to Y/N, getting close, and wrapping his arms around her waist. “We’ve all been under a lot more stress. This lifestyle isn’t an easy one to live, but I’m so f**king grateful to have you here, helping me through it- helping each other through it. And I hate how I’ve been treating you, so I promise I’m going to work on it.” He looks at her with sad, pleading eyes. The built up sadness and trauma from throughout the years, resurfacing and Y/N couldn’t help but tear up with him.
“It’s okay, baby.” Y/N reassures him, quickly pulling him into a hug, still holding onto her bag. “I know… It’s going to be okay.” Y/N had already forgave him before making it back home, but seeing him so torn over everything, made her even more appreciative of her boyfriend. She understood that they were both constantly under pressure, and going through the ringer, dealing with wars and hunts. Just non-stop violence. But they were always each other’s peace, and that’s what mattered the most. “I love you, Dean.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Dean replied, leaning into Y/N and kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/N kissing him back, gently but full of passion, as if they were healing each other through it.
“-oh, I brought you something.” Y/N mumbles, breaking away from the kiss and holding the plastic bag up in the air.
“-What?” Dean groans, eager to continue what they had started.
“Pie-” Before she could say anything else, Dean collides his lips with hers once more.
“Forget the pie.” Dean huffed through the kiss. After tossing the bag on the table, Dean picked Y/N up and carried her to their bedroom. “I need you.”
