Can you make a one shot where the reader is Dean's girlfriend. And they have really strong relationship. But after a big fight with Dean she and Sam leave him. And after like month they find out that bobby is really sick. When they arrive at hospital they meet Dean. And the reader and Dean realise how they miss each other. And without any words they just cuddle and kissing. Flufffffff fluffff fluffffff ;)
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Hey. Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after! It’s a bit rushed it think and it’s really long but I couldn’t spend any more time fixing it because I have to study for a maths test and finish my geography assignment.
Warnings: Minor language, a huge fight.
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You were waiting in the bunker for the boys to get back from their hunt.
“Sam? Dean?” you called out upon hearing footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Honey, we’re home!” Dean called back jokingly.
You ran into the room and threw your arms around the two of them.
“I take it you missed us?” Sam laughed.
“You were gone for 2 weeks! Of course I missed you!” you replied, tucking yourself into Dean’s side.
Noticing this, Sam said, “I’m gonna go put my stuff in my room and get cleaned up.”
“Ok. Cya!” you answered as Dean lead you over to the lounge.
“I missed you, baby,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips.
You looked up into his eyes. “I missed you too, Dean.”
He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “What’s wrong, Dean?”
“I, uh, I got you something.”
“Like a present?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.
“Yeah,” he answered. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a woven bracelet. “I mean, it’s not much but I saw it and I thought of you and -”
“Dean,” you cut him off. “I love it.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Of course,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled back, you added, “Maybe when I start going on hunts, I can bring stuff back for you!”
Dean stiffened. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?” you questioned.
“You’re not going on any hunts. Ever,” Dean stated firmly.
“Excuse me? And why not?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”
“So? You do it,” you pointed out.
“That’s different. I’m trained.”
“And? You could give me a bit of training.”
“It’s not going to happen!” Dean yelled. You were both on your feet now.
“Is it too much to ask to learn how to protect myself and the people I love?” you yelled back.
“Yes, it is! Because you shouldn’t have to when I’m around!”
“Well, you aren’t always around!” you responded.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean’s voice was steadily getting louder.
“It means that half the time, you,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, “are always gone and I’m left on my own!”
Dean was breathing heavily. “You know what? If you’re so sure you can look after yourself, why don’t you take off then? See what things are like on your own!”
“Dean!” You turned to see a shocked Sam standing in the doorway. “What the hell?”
“No, Sam, he’s right. I think I will go off on my own.”
“Fine,” Dean said.
“Fine!” you answered, storming off to your room to pack your bags. When you came back out, Sam and Dean were standing in the same positions.
—-
You had left and were just starting up your car when Sam appeared by the passenger door.
“You can’t convince me to stay,” you told him.
“I’m not trying to,” he answered, throwing his bag into the bag seat and climbing into the car beside you. “I’m joining you.”
“I don’t want you to come with me out of pity,” you said in a withering voice.
“Y/N, this isn’t pity. This is me hating to see my best friend alone and upset, and wanting to help her. Besides, Dean’s being a jerk. He needs time alone to cool off.”
“Alright then,” you said after a moment of thought. “Thank you, Sam,” you murmured as an afterthought.
“You’re welcome, Y/N.”
—-
A month later, you were in your motel room while Sam went to pick up some breakfast when your phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Is this Y/N Y/L/N?” an unfamiliar voice asked from the other end of the line.
“Yes,” you replied warily. “Who is this? How did you get this number?”
“My name is Jenny. I work at Sioux Falls General Hospital. We have a patient here named Bobby Singer. He’s very ill. Your number was listed as one of his emergency contacts,” she explained.
You felt like the bottom had gone out of your world. “Miss Y/L/N? Are you there?”
Coming back to your senses, you demanded, “What’s wrong with him? Will he be okay?”
“We’re still running some tests. We can’t tell you any more than that until we know what’s going on.”
“We’ll be there in a few hours,” you said, ending the call.
“Y/N?” Sam called, coming back in. When he saw you, he dumped the food on the table and rushed towards you. “What’s happened? Why are you shaking?”
“It’s Bobby.”
—-
Five hours later, you were rushing to the reception desk of the hospital.
“What room is Bobby Singer in?” Sam asked frantically.
“Room 232,” the receptionist replied. “But there’s another visitor in there at the moment…”
You ignored the rest of her words as you and Sam dashed off to go see Bobby.
“Bobby?” you asked, moving to his bedside and grabbing one of his hands. It wasn’t until then that you realised someone was on the other side of Bobby’s unconscious body, clutching his other hand.
“Dean,” you whispered, the colour draining from your face.
“Y/N,” he replied, looking shocked to see you again.
As you struggled to come up with something to say, a doctor entered the room. “This looks like a popular ward!” he said cheerfully. The three of you turned to look at him.
“Have the tests come back?” Sam asked.
“They have,” the doctor nodded. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that Mr Singer here has pneumonia, but is expected to make a full recovery.” He must have misinterpreted the tension in the room, because he added, “I’ll just give you a moment to discuss this,” before bustling out of the room.
Sam glanced between you and Dean. “I’ll just go and ask him a couple of questions,” he said, following the doctor out of the room.
When you were alone, Dean said, “So…how have you been?”
“Good. You?” you asked politely.
“I’m good.” There was an awkward pause. “You know what?” Dean continued. You glanced up, startled. “I’m not good. I’m all alone in that bunker and it’s my own fault. All I can think about is what I said to you. I’m so sorry. I was a dick, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just…I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, especially not because I brought you into this lifestyle.”
You stood there, stunned. You didn’t know how to reply. “Say something,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. “I should have just spoken to you like a normal person instead of blowing up at you.”
“Will you have me back?” Dean asked after a moment, his expression vulnerable.
You nodded, going towards him and wrapping your arms around him.
The two of you stood there like that for several minutes. Neither of you said anything, you just basked in the warmth of each other’s embrace. Finally, Dean leaned down to kiss you.
It was a slow kiss, a promise. It was a message, telling all the unspoken words between you. It was a kiss that said, “I love you.”
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Thanks for reading! So the ending was kind of cheesy but what can you do? Anyway, feedback and requests are welcome.
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