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I had a few requests for a Part 2 to an imagine I wrote yesterday, so I wrote one, trying to fit in all the things you guys suggested for it. I’m really glad you guys liked the first one so much!

LINK TO PART ONE: http://imagines-supernatural.tumblr.com/post/84220821934/can-you-do-imagine-the-reader-finding-out-deans-been

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“Thanks,” you muttered, slamming the door of the pick up truck shut. The driver was the fifth person to give you a lift back to the bunker, each person only able to take you a short distance before their lives carried them in another direction. But now you were almost home, and as you hitched your duffel bag up onto your shoulder, you began the long walk which would take you to the door of the bunker.

As you trudged along, the occasional autumn leaf crunching underfoot, you thought about Dean. You knew that he was the kind of guy to have a lot of one night stands, but you thought that all that had been before you. You thought that what you had was different, and he had led you to believe that he felt the same way. But maybe you had just misread the signs, searching so hard for something that you willed it into existence.

You let yourself into the bunker, your feet thumping down the stairs. “Hey,” Sam called out, coming into view. “Where’s Dean?” The colour drained from your face and you shook your head slowly, locking your eyes onto Sam as if he was the only thing holding you above water. He noticed your mood, the way you held yourself, and his expression turned fiercely protective. “What did he do?”

“I didn’t quite catch her name,” you answered bitterly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“That asshole!” he exclaimed. He strode towards you, holding you up as you collapsed into him. Your body shook and he didn’t comment on your tears, although it was impossible for him not to notice. He simply held you tighter, slowly rocking you back and forth. “Did you want to talk about it?” Your head was tucked up against his chest, and his words were muffled. Shaking your head, you burrowed deeper into the flannel of his shirt.

The two of you stood there like that for several minutes, Sam anchoring you and providing a solid foundation to hold you up. But the peace you had found was interrupted by a loud bang as the door was flung open. You spun around, bracing yourself for an attack, but slumped again as you realised what had caused the ruckus. Dean.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, your voice almost drowned out by the sounds of his feet clattering down the steps. He began to make his way towards you but you shrank back, tucking yourself into the arm Sam wrapped around you. Dean stopped, his expression pained at the obvious mistrust you had in him.

“Please. Just hear me out,” he begged as Sam’s gripped tightened on you. He started to tell Dean to get out, but you cut him off.

“Do you think you could give us a minute?” you asked quietly. At his look of protest, you held your ground, giving him a look that conveyed your determination to speak with Dean. You had to tell him it was over, that there was no going back from this. And you knew that this particular conversation was one Sam couldn’t be present for. As he walked off, you turned back to Dean. “How did you get here so fast?”

“I left almost as soon as you stormed out.” You frowned up at him in confusion, unsure as to why he’d do such a thing.

“Why? You seemed pretty busy to me,” you said bitterly, a dark look crossing your face at the memory.

“Y/N, I was never gonna let you go without putting up a fight,” he said earnestly, his eyes pleading with you to understand him, to forgive him.

“You didn’t let me go. You pushed me away,” you told him, shutting your eyes for a moment to will back the tears that were building up.

“I know,” he agreed. “I made a mistake. And I’m so, so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself.” You lifted your eyelids, fixing him with a cutting look.

“A mistake happens once. By the sound of things, this has happened a few times.”

“Look, I’m sorry! Just give me another chance and I swear I’ll never do anything like it again,” he promised. You gazed at him dubiously, the hurt pulling at your heart, sharper and more painful then the fangs of any werewolf could ever be. He saw your doubt, and he gave it another shot, seeming to sense exactly what you needed to hear from him in order to be sure of where his loyalties lay. “Do you remember that day in the diner?” he asked, taking a step closer to you. “It was a Wednesday, just after the lunch rush was over. Sammy and I came in and you were working. And when you came over, you wrote down our order in a pink pen. I thought it was a bit weird, and you explained that you were always putting your pens down places and forgetting where they were.” He paused for a minute, searching your face for a reaction, some sign that his words were working. “I told you that of all the angels I’d met, I’d never seen one as heavenly as you. I bet you didn’t realise just how serious I was being.” You smiled in spite of yourself, thinking of the layer of truth in the words he’d first said to you so long ago.

Dean saw the crack in your hard demeanour and reached forward, carefully grasping your hands in his. When you didn’t push him away, he continued on, growing encouraged by your weakening resistance. “And we arranged to meet up that night, but I was so nervous, I almost missed it trying to pick out the right flowers for you. I don’t normally do that kind of thing, but I felt that you were something different, something special.” You glanced up in surprise, your jaw hanging slightly agape. In all the stress and fear of that night, with all the patching up and explanations that had gone on, you’d never realised that he’d bought you flowers. They must have stayed in the backseat of the Impala, left to wilt.

“You bought me flowers?” you asked in a hushed voice. He nodded.

“Yeah, I did. But I never got to give them to you,” he responded. “I was lucky enough to find you alive.” His voice cracked, and he glanced down to compose himself before continuing. “When I saw you on the ground with that monster hovering over you, I knew that I had to protect you, that I wanted to protect for years to come. And I know…I know I haven’t done such a good job of it lately, that I was the one you needed to be protected from, but I would do anything for a second chance with you. Because I love you, and I don’t think I’m ever going to want to protect anyone else as much as I want to protect you.”

You blinked back more tears. But this time, they came from a different place, one of happiness rather than sorrow. “You’d do anything?”

“Anything,” he confirmed. You thought for a moment, wanting so badly to have Dean back, but not knowing if you should grant him forgiveness.

“Alright. I…okay,” you conceded after much consideration. “We aren’t going to be back where we were. In fact, we aren’t even going to be dating straight away,” you told him. “But I want you back so badly, so if you can prove to me that I can trust you, I’ll do it. I’ll trust you again.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes filling with life at what you had just offered him. And even though this was only the start of his attempt to redeem himself, you could see his resolve, and you knew that this time, he wasn’t going to let you slip away again.

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