can you please do one where dean finds out that the reader (his girlfriend) does drugs casually and he makes a fight out of it (you can choose the ending)
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Hi. I’m sorry this took a while to write. And I know virtually nothing about drugs, so I’m sorry if there were any mistakes or whatever.
I must say, I’m actually really pleased with how this turned out. I’m a lot happier with it than I have been with recent imagines.
Warning: Drug use.
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You lit up another joint, allowing the buzz to wash over you. It had been a long day. You, Sam and Dean had gone to hunt down a spirit, but before you had managed to gank it, it had attacked, killing two young children. There was nothing more you could’ve done, but you still felt guilty. You needed something to take the edge off, and that’s when you’d pulled out the stash of weed you kept hidden in your duffel bag.
You didn’t smoke it regularly, just when hunting got a bit too much. You’d never told the boys about it, but not because you were ashamed. You just didn’t feel like it was any of their business. This was your private indulgence, no one else’s.
Looking around, you noticed things about your bedroom that you’d never payed attention to before. The marijuana-induced high had brought things into clarity, sharpening the corners of the furniture, enhancing the colour of your posters.
Unfortunately, it also sharpened your hearing, so when someone started pounding on your bedroom door, you had to cover your ears to block out the harsh sound. “Y/N? What the hell are you doing in there? What’s that smell?”
You froze, staring at the joint resting between your fingers. You knew that there was no way you could hide it from him, especially when you knew that he was about to come bursting through your door at any moment.
The moment the thought had entered your mind, Dean pushed your door open and strode into the room. He came to a halt just before your bed, eyes drawn to your hands.
“Y/N, are you smoking weed?” His voice came out tight, as if he was simultaneously trying to force the words out whilst keeping more words held in. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his face was slowly turning a deep shade of red.
You decided to come clean. “Yes, Dean, I am.”
“What the hell, Y/N?” Dean yelled. “Why would you do that?”
“What’s the big deal?” you exclaimed. You stood up, walking over so that you and Dean were face to face.
“What’s the big deal? The big deal is that I just found out my girlfriend does drugs!”
“So? It’s not like I do it all the time. Just every so often, to take the edge off!”
“Take the edge off? There are better ways of doing that, you know,” Dean stated.
You scoffed. “What, like drinking my way into oblivion like you do? No thanks, I’m fine doing things this way.”
Dean’s whole body was taut, as though every ounce of his energy was going into refraining from lashing out in some way. He glared down at you, infuriated by your words. “At least when I drink, I’m not doing myself harm.”
“Um, hello? Liver failure? Ever heard of it?” you asked. You gazed up at Dean, refusing to back down. “Dean, the way I see it, smoking a joint every so often isn’t going to do me much harm. And I’m responsible about it. It’s not like I do it before a hunt or anything. I’d never risk someone else’s safety.”
“Why?” Dean asked abruptly, throwing off your train of thought.
“Why what?”
“Why do you do it?” Dean repeated, being more clear about his meaning. “You said it’s to take the edge off. The edge off what?”
You sighed, all fight leaving your body. “Sometimes…sometimes hunting gets a bit much. And I just need to lose myself a bit. Get away from it all. And today…after what happened to those kids…today was one of those days.”
Dean’s expression softened, and he took a step towards you. “Why didn’t you tell me something was wrong?”
“Because I knew you and Sam were affected by it too and I didn’t want to bother you. Especially not when I have my own way of dealing with it.” Dean frowned down at the joint in disapproval, causing you to let out a sigh. “Look, Dean, I know you don’t like it, but this is just what I do. Alcohol helps you, marijuana helps me. That’s just the way it is.”
“What if it wasn’t the way things were?”
“Dean -”
“Just hear me out,” he cut in. “I drink when I feel like crap. And it’s the same for you with weed. But maybe…maybe those shouldn’t be our first choices. Maybe the next time I head for the liquor cabinet, I should turn around and head for your bedroom. And the next time you feel like lighting a joint, you should come find me. We can help each other out.”
“I thought you didn’t like chick flick moments,” you teased.
“Hey, even action movies have romantic subplots,” Dean pointed out. You took a step back, glancing up at him with your eyebrows raised in amusement. “Did I just say that?”
“Yep!” you sang.
“Whatever. My point is, we’re in a relationship. And that means we should help each other out when things get a bit too much. What do you say?”
You looped your arms around Dean’s neck, drawing him in towards you. You looked up into his green eyes, finding them gazing right back at you. “I think that that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”
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Thank you so much for reading! And like I said in my last post, I would really love to get some feedback.
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