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Hey there! So I just found your blog and it's amazing but Can I have a one shot where the reader and dean are fighting and dean leaves to cool off and he comes back still mad and slightly drunk do the fight escalates and he hits her or bruises her, she locks herself in the bathroom and he passes out The next morning he finds her and he begs her for forgiveness and the it get super super cute and fluffy I'm sorry it's long but thank you!! Love the blog :)

Hi! Thank you for that! It means a lot to me. Sorry for the delay. I hope this is what you were after.

TRIGGER WARNING: Dean hits the reader, there is a huge fight, swearing.

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“Dean, can you just leave it? It was one mistake!” you exclaimed, storming into the motel room.

“No, Y/N, I can’t. Do you have any idea how many people could’ve died because of you?” he yelled, coming in after you.

“Of course I fucking do!” you screamed back. “Don’t you think that that thought is constantly going through my mind? But no one did, so can you please stop trying to send me on a guilt trip?”

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t do something that stupid in the future!” Dean shouted.

“Why are you being such an arse about this?”

“I’m being an arse about this?” Dean asked in disbelief. “Really, me? Have you tried looking in the mirror lately?”

“Did you seriously just say that? God, I can’t even look at you right now!”

“Fine then. You won’t have to,” Dean yelled back, leaving the motel room and slamming the door behind him.

You slumped against the wall, tears pricking your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it, but once Dean had started lecturing you about your mistake, you couldn’t back down and let him win. And now you were left in the motel, alone.

Three hours later, you heard a key in the door. Turning around, you saw Dean stagger into the room.

“I suppose you’ve gone and gotten drunk,” you said coldly. “Is that your solution to everything?”

“Don’t piss me off, Y/N,” Dean warned.

“Why not, Dean? Would that be stupid of me?”

“I’m not in the mood for this, Y/N.”

“But Dean,” you began innocently, “you’ve just been out to the bar. I thought that was the magic cure for everything. Isn’t that what Daddy taught you?”

“How dare you?” he hissed, his hand lashing out so fast you didn’t even have a chance to register what was happening. Your cheek stung and realisation struck you - Dean Winchester had just hit you.

You brought your hand up to cover the throbbing flesh. Dean’s eyes widened, as if he was only now realising what he’d just done.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he began, reaching out for you.

You slapped his hands away. “Get away from me!” you shrieked, turning and fleeing into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Y/N, please. I don’t know what came over you. I’ll never lay a hand on you again, I swear. Just come out. Please,” Dean pleaded from the other side of the door.

“Just leave me alone!” you sobbed, curled up against the wall.

“I’m not leaving until you come back out.”

“Just go!” you choked out.

After several minutes, you heard Dean stumble away from the door and you breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, it hit you that you were actually scared of Dean Winchester.

It was with your cheek pressed against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor that you finally found yourself drifting off to sleep half an hour later.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you did was look in the mirror. An ugly purple bruise was smeared across your cheek, ink staining the paper of your skin.

Listening against the door, you couldn’t hear anything and assumed that Dean was still asleep. You crept out to the kitchen, careful not to make a noise.

You were just pouring out some cereal when a voice from behind stopped you.

“What have I done?” it whispered. Turning, you found that Dean stood across the room, his eyes fixed on the side of your cheek.

“I’m an arsehole. An absolute, fucking arsehole!” You flinched at the sound of his raised voice, the memory of last night burned into your mind. When Dean noticed that you’d backed away, all strength seemed to drain from him.

“You’re scared of me,” he stated in a whisper. “Oh God. What have I done?” His eyes shone with unshed tears and he dragged his hands down his face.

“Y/N,” he began, “you have to believe me. I never meant to do that, I swear. I’m so, so sorry. And I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for it. Ever.”

You cast your eyes away. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. About your dad.”

“Y/N, that was no excuse for what I did,” he said firmly. “There is no excuse for what I did. It was unforgivable. But I want you to know that if I could go back and change one thing, that’d be it.”

You peeked up at him. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t even have to think twice.”

You looked down at your hands, and were startled when Dean added, “I’ll miss you.”

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I’m leaving,” he stated simply.

“Dean, don’t go,” you murmured.

“Y/N, you don’t deserve what I did to you. And you shouldn’t have to put up with me every day after what I did.”

“But I don’t want you to leave.” He looked like he was about to cut you off, so you rushed on. “Dean, I trust you. Not as much as I did before last night, but I still trust you. I can see how cut up you are about this. So stay, because I don’t think you’ll do it again. But for the record? If you ever hurt me like that again, I’m gonna pack my bags and leave, because I’m worth so much more than that.”

“Y/N, I promise, I won’t let you regret this decision,” Dean swore.

“I hope you mean that,” you replied.

“I do, Y/N. I do.”

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Thanks for reading! And sorry, I couldn’t resist that little reference at the end.

I just want to say that even though this wasn’t necessarily an example of an abusive relationship, if you ever are in one, you do deserve more. So please allow yourself to have the life you deserve. If someone hurts you like this, you owe them nothing.

Please don’t repost without giving credit.