I’ll Take The Bullet - DeanXReader
WQuick A/N: First time ever writing an imagine, and on Tumblr- hopefully it’s not all too bad.. Idk, if I might write a series on here oooor not- we shall see!
See you later, slices of pie! Hope you like this, and it’s not total trash!
Requested- Nope
Writing- Dean Winchester and Y/N have been friends since forever, and now, after all these years- Dean’s ready to bite the bullet.. Or, so he thought...
Warnings - None- well, besides heartbreak? idk
Ever since Sam left for college, Dean and Y/N have spent a lot time together- this making the eldest Winchesters’ feelings grow by the thousands for the young women. And finally.. After, Sam returning and taking a little convincing from his younger brother- Dean was finally ready to confess his feelings..
Dean and I continued to walk down the cold and wet sidewalk as cars shot by us. I insisted that we walked to the small convenient store instead of taking Baby, nothing against her, it’s just- hey, I’m trying to keep in shape besides hunting- which I’ve been doing since forever.
The night seemed to become darker as storming clouds seemed to roll over the small town, as we both looked up than back at each other. I sent a small smile towards my best friend as he sent me his famous smirk- the smirk that made me weak in the knees, honestly.
“So- you and that douche finally broke?” Dean smirked, his plump lips giving me this strange feeling as they curled into a innocent grin. Merely arching my brow, I gave a small nod.
“Yea- honestly, I’m happy we did.. I didn’t actually like him that much.” The corner of my mouth twitched into a small smile, as he nodded slowly. Taking a quick side glance, I noticed his lips pulled into some cocky grin as I rolled my eyes gently. I hated, yet loved this man- ever since we were little kids together, I couldn’t help but fall in love with him, slow but surely.
“Why didn’t you like him?” Dean murmured, as he tried to snuggle his head deeper into his large leather coat, the make shift scarf around his throat. The small stubble on his chin still visible as I stuffed my small, freezing hands into my own coats’ pockets.
“I don’t know.. I guess, my heart just wasn’t in the relationship, y’know?” I mumbled, yet I knew that the man didn’t have a clue what I meant- I’ve only known him to date, one girl, yet she broke it off a while back.
“Mhmm-” Dean allowed some strange noise to exit his throat as we came to the store- the sidewalk illuminated with the soft glow from the lights inside- that’s when gunshots rang out, along with terrified screams.
Why, of all days, did this have to happen the day neither of us were packing?! I mentally scolded myself, as I reached forward and grabbed onto Deans’ forearm when the glass doors shattered in front of us. A small yelp left my frosted lips, as a man stood there in the light, that’s when-
“Hey!”
My head snapped to the side, Dean had shouted at him and began to walk towards him- no, no, no! He’s trying to be a hero! I thought, quickly trying to pull him back when.. The sickening sound of three gunshots rang out. My lips parted wide, while my eyes were stapled open as I watched- as if in slow motion, Dean’s body brace the bullets, and crumple to the cement.
The man suddenly began to run away- I went to move forward, but I couldn’t move as my eyes slowly trailed down to see a small puddle of blood settling underneath Dean.. Yet, he was still breathing.
It was.. It was never suppose to happen like this.. At least not this way, not where I was left alone in this.. Sadistic world..
“Dean!” I cried out, as I dropped to my knees, crawling towards his fallen figure as I felt my light eyes become dark while staring at his contorted face.
His body I crouched over and watched the light fade, ever so slowly from his beautiful evergreen eyes.. His thick crimson syrup covering, and coating my small hands.. His lips still gently parted and loosing their warmth as I choked on my suffocated coughs- tears dripping down my bright, reddened cheeks as I screamed up towards the night sky, the gentle rain peppering my crumpled body as I held his body in my aching arms.
I’ll always remember.. I’ll always remember everything.. What happened, how it happened, when it happened.. And.. And how he looked after it happened..
“Y..Y’know, I always I would t..take a bullet, or two.. Or three, f..for you..” He chuckled,as his chest shuddered while I pressed my small, shivering hands against his chest- trying to stop the pulsing blood flow, yet it did nothing.
My lips became wet with my continuously flowing tears as I tried to hid the pain growing in my eyes, my body, and of course- my heart. I crawled towards him as I moved his head from the cold, glistening with fresh rain cement as he gasped for breath- merely coughing and wheezing as he tried to speak. My sobs echoed throughout the street, bystanders do nothing but watch and listen as the sound of sirens in the far distant tried to drown everything out.
Looking back down, I noticed how his eyelids began to flutter shut- I quickly choked out, "no, no, no, no! Don't you dare close your eyes on me!" His pale, yet still plump lips curled into a small grin as his shaking voice whispered, "and I always knew you wouldn't take one for me.."
"Because, you would never let me! We swore to keep each other safe, you asshole!" I cried more, my lips trying their hardest to not break the small smile I held as I stroked his slightly roughly stubble cheek and chin.
"It's okay... I'll always take the bullet.."
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These were my last moments with her.. My best friend.. The girl I fell head over heels for and, trust me, I fell hard. My bottom lip trembled as I tried to hold my famous grin. Slowly I took my shaking hand, rubbing it gently on her cold, wet yet soft cheek as I lurched forward- coughing up some blood as I tried my hardest to keep my eyelids open..
"L..Lean down.. P..Please.." I whispered, my breathing slow and shaky as she did. Her beautiful, light hazel eyes glittered with tears as a few slowly dripped onto my freezing flesh. Slowly- I began to feel my muscles relax- gradually reaching up, I placed my frozen blue lips on her warm, yet wet ones as my body fell back onto the cement and my head into her lap.
"I.. I love you.." Was his last breath..
My god.. His last breath he confessed after all these years of us being friends.. I never saw those feelings until I watched his soul practically leave his body..
"D..Dean? Dean?! Dean! No! Please, don't d..do this to me!" I shouted as I leaned forward, his face hidden by my upper body from the rain as I leaned over his dead figure.
It was never suppose to be like this.. It was suppose to be us against the world.. Together..
"I..I lo..love you, t..too..." I hiccuped as I gently brushed my shaking, and frozen hands across his dead face- his eye lids closing.
"I love you, too.." I whispered, as I pressed my forehead against his before feeling people begin to crowd us as the screaming sirens entered the area, along with loud murmurs as I closed my eyes tightly and kept doubled-over the man I should've confessed too..
The man who I should've loved.. Now... He's gone.