Supernatural One Shots

Too Far Gone

Dean x Reader

Dean is overprotective on hunt resulting in an argument between himself and the reader, and sometimes we go too far in anger...

Pushing open the door you angrily climbed out of the impala and began walking towards the trunk, immediately grabbing your bags before turning towards the door to the bunker.

"Hey! Don't you slam baby's door like that! Get back here I'm not through talking about this!"

Rolling your eyes you completely ignore your boyfriend and continue towards the war room. Just as you make it inside you notice Sam sitting at the table studying his laptop. Hearing you enter he looks up with a smile, "Hey Y/N how'd it go?"

Opening your mouth to reply you were cut off by Dean coming in behind you, "It went great! Just friggin peachy, Y/N tried to commit suicide but other than that everything was smooth sailing!" Throwing his bag down on the table he crossed his arms as he glared at you.

Frowning Sam looked at you, turning towards him you shook your head, "I'm fine Sam I did not try to commit suicide. Deans just pissed because I lured the wendigo away and told him to get the people out."

Throwing his hands in the air Dean let out a deep breath, "Oh yeah, great job by the way, who had to come save your ass when that thing had you cornered with no weapon huh? You know sometimes I wish you would just think before you do something stupid!"

Growing even more angry you felt your grip tighten on your bag, your knuckles turning white. "I was doing just fine! I had a flare gun! Which you would have seen had you taken two seconds to look before barging in and tackling the damn thing! I'm not some defenseless princess Dean I can take care of myself!"

"No you can't! I always have to save you! It's hard to hunt when I have to make sure your okay every few minutes! You make it so much harder than it needs to be!" The sting from his words felt like an actual blow, you felt your stomach drop instantly. Deans face showed instant regret but he was too far gone and angry to let it stop him. Sam stood up slowly, worried at how far this would go. You'd both fought before but nothing like this. "Dean..."

"Shut up Sammy, she needs to learn to take responsibility. One of these days shes gonna get someone killed all because she wants to play hero!" That was it, you didn't have to stand here anymore.

"You know what Dean, screw you. I make things harder for you? Well fine, don't worry about me anymore, wouldn't want to burden you!" Pushing past Sam and towards the hallway you moved quickly, already feeling the tears threatening to fall. Reaching the door to the bedroom you shared with Dean you stopped, habit almost making you go inside. Frowning you turned and continued down the hall. Walking inside your old bedroom you flipped the light switch, everything was just how you left it. Closing the door and throwing your bag in a chair you kicked off your shoes and fell onto the bed.

Curling up and burying your face in the pillow you let out a loud scream of frustration. Tears fell freely as you stopped fighting the emotions raging inside. You knew Dean had only spoken out of anger, but it didn't help sooth the sting of his words. A knock at your door made you turn towards it, sniffing and wiping your face you leaned forward, "Go away!"

A sigh was heard from the other side, "Y/N it's Sam, come on let me in. Deans just pissed he didn't mean anything he said." Rolling over to face away from the door you curled tighter into yourself. Eventually Sam gave up, you knew he could have picked the lock but he was respecting your need for space right now. Getting up and walking to your bag you began digging for something to sleep in. Finding a tank top and shorts you quickly changed and crawled back into bed. Soon you were so exhausted from crying you eventually fell into a fitful sleep.

Waking up the next morning you were confused at first at your surroundings, once the memories of the night before came back you felt new tears burn the back of your eyes. Deciding not to let him win you got up from the bed and made your way out the door and towards the kitchen. Walking inside you were glad no one else seemed to be up and quickly began making yourself something to eat. Just as your bacon and eggs were done you heard footsteps coming down the hallway towards you.

Rounding the corner Dean stopped, his heart beat faster as he took in your appearance. It was obvious you'd been crying all night. He'd lost count of the number of times he walked to your door, only to chicken out and turn around. Clearing his throat he winced when he saw you flinch, "Morning."

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and your plate you never once looked up, only walked right by him and back into your room. Dean stood there feeling three inches tall, he'd screwed up big time. Rubbing both hands over his face he decided you just needed some time, everything would be okay.

Two days later he was ready to pull his own hair out. Not only had you not spoken to him, but when he did come across your path in the bunker you always acted as though he wasn't there. He tried multiple times to talk to you, never earning a response. Sitting at the table in the war room he groaned, his face in his hands. Walking in Sam noticed his brothers pity party and frowned. "Still nothing?"

Shaking his head Dean let out a breath, "No, Sam she hasn't spoken to me in days. What am I supposed to do?" Looking at his younger brother Dean knew he must look as desperate as he felt from the look on Sam's face. Shrugging Sam met his gaze, "I don't know man, but it better be good."

By nightfall Dean decided he'd had enough, he needed you to talk to him, hell you could yell at him if you wanted he just needed you. Walking towards your bedroom door he sucked in a deep breath and knocked.

"Sam I told you I don't want to talk."

Putting his hands in his pockets Dean knew from the hoarse way you spoke you'd been crying again. "It's um, it's me. Can we talk, please?" Not hearing a response Dean waited a moment longer before trying the door knob, it was unlocked. Opening it slowly he looked inside to see you sitting with your legs crossed under you. Your hands seemed to be picking at a loose thread in the shirt you wore, which happened to be his. Without looking up you spoke your first words to him in days, "What do you want Dean."

Closing the door behind him he took a few steps forward, "Sweetheart I'm sorry, I never meant a damn thing I said the other night. I was just pissed off and I took it out on you, which wasn't fair. I hate seeing you like I did that night, I know you can handle yourself but it had you cornered. I swear I just wanted to keep you safe."

Dean frowned as you finally looked up, noticing the dark circles under your red eyes, "I know that Dean I just, you have to let me be a hunter. I was on my own for years before I met you and Sam. I'm not saying I'll never need your help but you need to trust me enough to handle things sometimes."

Moving forward Dean sat on the edge of the bed, he wanted nothing more than to hold you but he knew to wait until you were ready. "I do trust you, your one of the most badass hunters I know. But seeing you face off to something that wants nothing but to hurt you, that kills me. I just want to protect you, if I don't then, what if something finally happens. What if I'm not good enough to stop it and you..."

"Shh, Dean stop." Crawling forward you moved to straddle his waist as you wrapped both arms around his neck. "I know what you mean, seeing you get hurt is something I never get over. But if we want to make this work we need to realize what we do is dangerous. We're gonna get hurt more than we will make it untouched in a hunt. But we have each other, and I'll always be here for you afterwards." Leaning forward you laid your forehead against his and closed your eyes. "I'm sorry for giving you the cold shoulder the past few days."

Chuckling Dean brought his hands up to rub soothing circles into your back and pull you closer, "It's okay, I kinda deserved it." Leaning back to look in your eyes he gave you a small smile, "I missed you sweetheart, these past few days have been rough. I can't sleep without you there." Nodding you moved to bury your face in his neck as you held him closer, "Me too Dean." After a minute you pulled back and captured his lips with yours in a gentle kiss. After a few moments it turned more passionate, pulling back Dean smirked before twisting and pinning you to the bed.

Yelping in surprise you giggled as he began peppering kisses all over your neck, "Not being able to hold you or touch you killed me, I say we make up for lost time." Smirking once more as he crashed his lips to yours you could feel him smiling. Right then you knew no matter what happened you and Dean would always find a way back to one another.

Thoughts??? I've been thinking off trying my hand at a few Castiel shots, what do ya'll think?