Fandom One Shots Book Two

Dean Winchester x Hunter!Ex!Reader

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Sam watched as Dean stared out the diner's windows at you. Neither of you had seen each other since the day you had broken up. You had dated Dean for a year. Both of you had understood the fleeting nature of hunter's relationships but you both refused to deny the undeniable fate that your relationship would end with one of your deaths or due to the unpredictable way of your jobs. Sam watched as Dean's apple green eyes filled with tears and how he took a shaky breath before turning back to his pie. His fork moved the cream around his plate. Sam's eyes softened at his brother's obvious pain, but he didn't say anything knowing that Dean wouldn't talk about it.

You entered the diner and saw the boys, your eyes widened, and you glanced at Dean who hadn't noticed you. You bit your lip and pain flashed across your face. Your takeout order arrived, and you paid leaving quickly, chiming announcing your disappearance. Dean watched as you jumped in your car. Sam came back to the table after paying and the Winchester boys followed you. Dean followed your car as you drove out of town. When you came to a rest stop, you pulled over and Dean followed suit. Sam stayed put not wanting to get involved. "Why did you follow me?" You asked Dean morosely. "Why do you hate me?" He all but shouted at you. "I don't hate you." You seemed genuinely surprised at his question. "Then what is going on with you?" You stood shocked, "Now you care?"

"I always cared." He countered. "Oh really. Is that why you left me in the middle of the night, no note, no warning. A week! It's been a week and I've heard nothing. I thought you loved me."

"I did! I did love you." He shouted. "Just not enough to stay, right?" Dean let out a heavy breath, "I don't have an excuse for why I left, I don't even know why I did. I just didn't want to lose you."

"But you did anyway. Leaving me like that ensured that you lost me anyway." Dean rubbed the back of his neck as you huffed and crossed your arms. "I never meant to hurt you." Dean sighed. "But you did." You practically sneered. "Give me a chance."

"To what break my heart again? Why should I?" Dean sighed, "You shouldn't, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't give me a chance. I love you, okay. I have since I first met you." He moved forwards fast and cupped your face in his hands, hair bunching up and getting tangled between his fingers. His eyes searched yours, "I love you. I don't want to live without you. This past week have been hell. I know, I've been there." You sniffed and gave a light laugh. "I don't know Dean. You hurt me, you really hurt me." He sighed deeply, dropping his hands from your face. One moved to hold your hip, you could feel the warmth it burned into your skin and reminded you of the late nights spent in his arms. The warmth reminded you of the way he held you, as if you were something that deserved to protect at all cost but he knew you were still capable to defend yourself. You realised as Dean watched you, his eyes scanned your face. He gazed at you with an overwhelming look of love, he had always looked at you like that. "Dean..." You sighed, he shook his head. "Don't go, don't leave me. I shouldn't have hurt you like that, I love you." He pulled you closer and wrapped his arm around your waist, his other hand curved tangling his fingers in the silky strands. You sniffled and gave a soft smile. "Why did you leave? I want to why you left me. If I know I may be able to trust you again. But I don't know Dean. I just don't know." Dean nodded, "I can understand that, I do but I have no good reason for why I left. I felt like no reason being with you, I left because I felt like you didn't deserve me..."

"Isn't that my decision? Why do you get to decide what I deserve? I loved you and you left me. Is that seriously why you left?" Dean nodded at your outburst, "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"I don't know, Dean. I don't know if we can get back together." Dean sighed and tugged you into his arms pressing you close. "I understand that, I understand that I hurt you. I didn't mean to, I didn't want to. I just didn't know how to let myself love you and I think I left to figure that out how I can love you." You smiled at him, "Why didn't you tell me that? I could have helped you or at least understood what was going through your head." Dean leaned down and kissed you softly. "Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Give me some time, Dean. You hurt me, you really hurt me. I'll call you." You moved away from him after kissing his cheek, he nodded and watched as you headed back to your car. He moved back to the impala after watching you drive off. He got in beside Sam who rocking out to Queen so he would appear to be eavesdropping. Sam turned the radio down at the end of the song, "How did it go?"

"They need time, but it looks okay." Sam nodded. "Let's go raise a little hell huh?" He asked his brother who nodded and threw the car into gear. "Let's go."