#DEAN-WINCHESTER
Storyline: You're angry with Dean, so you call him up, but he kept hanging up on you.
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Status: Dating
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"She's going to be pissed at you," Sam told his brother. "No, she's not. She loves me too much." Dean answered. "I'm doing this for her safety."
You wake up in a motel room with a headache. The space next to you was cold, "Where the hell is Dean?" You looked around, realizing there was no one in the room. You started making your way to your phone, but a force pulled you back onto the bed, hurting your wrist in the process.
"Oh, no, he didn't," you whispered to yourself. Dean handcuffed your left wrist to the bedpost.
You slid your hand to the end of the bed, getting your body closer to your phone. "Argh! Come on," you reached down, extending your arm as much as you could. Finally, your fingertips gripped your phone. Angry, you dialed your boyfriend's number.
"Hello, Y/N," Dean said. "You son of a bitch! I cannot believe you handcuffed me to the bed! I told you I was okay-," you started, but the line died. You dialed again.
"I swear to God if you hang up on me again, I will-," Dean huffed and hung up. "No, no, no." Sam raised his eyebrows, "Did you hang up on Y/N? Twice in a row? Do you want to kill your relationship? Dean, call her back!"
"No, no. She's all grumpy and yelling. I won't be able to explain myself," he said. His burner phone rang. He smiled and picked it up. "Y/N," he voiced and waited, "You've calmed down."
"Yeah, I didn't want you to hang up on me again."
"I can't talk to you when you're yelling at me."
"I wouldn't be yelling at you if you didn't handcuff me to a bed while you and Sam went on a hunt."
"We did this for your own good, Y/N."
You heard shuffling on the other side, "I was against it!" Sam yelled, which made you smile.
"Are you on your way back to the motel?" You asked.
"Yes, don't worry, I didn't lose-," this time, you hung up on Dean. Dean frowned, "she hung up on me." He told Sam, who started laughing.
