Leaving - Dean x Reader

It was the middle of the night and Dean was a heavy sleeper, so when you felt him climbing out of bed you started to panic. You watched him get dressed and head over to his things, packing them away.

‘Dean? What are you doing?’ you asked.

Dean’s silhouette froze but he carried on packing his things after a moment. You climbed out of bed and stood by him.

‘Dean, what’s wrong?’

‘I need to keep you safe, baby.’ Dean’s voice was thick with tears. He was fumbling around in his bag, trying to put things in. You grabbed his hands and he looked the other way.

‘What are you trying to say?’ you asked, wishing with your whole heart that he wasn’t saying what you thought.

‘This life is too dangerous for you,’ he said, defeated. He looked into your eyes and held your hands, his eyes brimming with tears. You had no sympathy, but you were angry. You pulled your hands away.

‘So what? You were just going to disappear in the middle of the night and what? Leave me a note? Tell me you love me and you’re sorry, but you think it’s for the best?’ you screamed, furious.

Dean was lost for words and just stared at you.

‘That is not your decision to make, Dean Winchester!’ you dashed away the angry tears that were on your face.

‘I don’t want to have to bury you (y/n)! Just like I’ve buried everyone else that I’ve loved.’ Dean yelled back.

‘This is my life Dean. I want to spend it with you; I knew the risks, but so what? I love you Dean. That’s what matters to me and I know that matters to you too. Family matters to you. And you are all the family that I’ve got,’ you said, slowly getting quieter.

You could see Dean’s resolve crumbling with your words and you put your hands on his cheeks. His tears started to fall as he looked at you.  He grabbed you and held you against his chest, kissing your hair.

‘Please don’t be mad with me,’ he whispered into your hair.

‘I’m not, but you’re not the only one in this relationship Dean.’

You pulled back and kissed his lips. Dean’s hand laced through your hair, holding your head in place. Both of your tears mixed together giving your kiss a salty taste.

‘Come on,’ you said. You took his hand and led him back to the bed. You both lay down, but there was no chance that you could sleep now.

You lay there for a while and you were convinced that Dean was sleeping.

‘What’s wrong?’ Dean asked. You didn’t answer him. Dean turned and pressed his front to your back so that you were spooning. He wrapped his arms around you.

‘I promise not to disappear in the middle of the night (y/n). I was stupid to think that I could ever leave you.’ Dean kissed the crook of your neck.

‘But what if I hadn’t woken up Dean? You’d be gone right now.’ You whispered, tears threatening.

‘Maybe I would be. Maybe I would have changed my mind when I got to the car and crawled back into bed with you. I don’t know that. I do know that if I’d left you tonight, I would’ve come back by tomorrow. There’s no way that I can live without you. You have to believe me.’

‘I do baby, I do’, you said, as you held Dean’s arms tighter around you.

You were glad that he couldn’t see the tears that were silently running down your face as you thanked God that you had woken up in time.