You are standing in the rain, just outside the motel where Dean had agreed to meet you.
“Dean, don’t do this. Don’t do this to us… You know I am afraid of being alone. Please don’t leave me…”, you whisper but Dean can still hear you over the pounding of the down pouring rain on the tin roof of the motel, the pavement, and both your cars.
“It will be better this way. I am gone too much. You deserve better then that.”, Dean tells you.
“I don’t care! At least I know you will always come back!”, you try to grab for him, beat on his chest, get him to change his mind but he just steps out of your reach.
“(Y/N), stop, its done. Its over. We are over. Now go back inside before you catch a cold.”, his voice has gone cold, uncaring as you stare at him, he turns his back on you and climbs back into the impala. The slamming of the car door is the same moment your heart shatters inside your chest as you shuffle back into the motel when he peels out of the parking lot. You stand in the motel, staring in the mirror as the water from the rain runs down your body, mixing with the tears. You take a hot shower before drowning your sorrows in the cheapest whiskey you can find so you can buy more bottles. Once you are numb, you pass out drunk.
Three years had passed since the night Dean Winchester had broken your heart. You packed up what little belongs you had in the apartment you had rented and moved yourself, hoping to heal your broken heart to Arizona. You dated around after the first year, but nothing came of it. The guys were either looking for one thing, or lets face it, they just were Dean Winchester. You had taken a job at the local bar to pay for your little studio apartment that belonged to you and your (d/n) Husky that you had adopted the second year without any words from Dean or his younger brother. You often brought (d/n) with you to work, your boss didn’t mind and he could act like a ‘bouncer’ when need be and the boss needed help getting someone who was too drunk and rowdy out of his bar. You are leaning against the bar with (d/n) sitting at your feet behind it. His tail wags happily as he watches you go back and forth between the people you are serving. Another waitress by the name of Pamela is taking care of the ones not sitting at the bar. You just place a drink down in front of an older gentlemen and move down the bar to the new face that just showed up.
“What can I get for you tonight?”, you look up from the spot you had just wiped some dribbled liquid from and straight into familiar emerald greens eyes. Your breathe catches in your throat.
Before you have time to process he is fully sitting in front of you, you run to the employee restroom through a door off the side of the bar, (d/n) trotting behind you. You slam the bathroom door shut as you feel a panic attack bubbling in your chest. You kneel down on the ground and pull (d/n) close to you and bury your face into his fur, like you always have done since you got him when these crappy attacks hit you. The boss is knocking on the door asking if you are okay and if he needs to remove the guy you just talked to.
“No! I am fine. Just really had to use the bathroom. I will be out in a moment!”, you yell once you catch your breath.
You can hear the foot steps as he walks away. You stand up, pat the dog on the head, and splash cold water on your face before leaving the rest room.
“Sorry about that fellas.”, you smile as you come back out, “Who needs a refill?”
About five of the guys at the bar cheer and you refill their drinks before returning to Dean and get his drink order. You set the two bottles of beer down in front of him, his hand brushing yours ever so softly before he walks over to a table that Sam is waiting at. With a sigh of relief, you keep yourself busy and strike up the usual conversations with your regulars that involves some flirting and the same usual older gentlemen always offer to take you home with them. Last call comes and goes, you are getting ready to lock up but when you walk to the door, Dean is still sitting at the same table he was before but Sam is now gone.
“Its closing time, sorry hon, you will have to come back tomorrow.”
“(Y/N), can… can we talk when you get finished closing up?”
You think for a moment before nodding your head and Dean gets up when you walk to the door and out of it before you lock it and clean up the bar. You take longer then usual to wipe the glasses dry and placing them back. You leave out the back door with (d/n) right behind you and your boss behind him, and he locks up and heads to his trailer across the small desert field behind the bar. You walk to your car, the same car you had the last time you saw Dean and he is sitting in the passanger seat waiting patiently. (D/n) starts to growl at the 'intruder’ in your car.
“Its alright.”, you tell the dog and open the back door to let him in.
“I thought that mutt was the bar owners.”
“Don’t call (d/g) a mutt. (d/g) name is (d/n).”, you glare at him and he throws his hands up defensevely.
“Just never pictured you as a dog person.”
“And I never pictured you as the shattering hearts person…”, you retort back.
Dean drops his hands into his lap and stares at them.
“I am sure you have a boyfriend again so I shouldn’t keep you long…”
“It’s just me and (d/n), Dean. No other guys.”
Dean cocks his head a little and looks at you.
“None. Zip. Ziltch. Nada. Negative…. Don’t get me wrong, I dated a year after you…”, you gulp, “left, but they just weren’t you.”
“Would it make it any better if I said I was an ass and I thought about you every day and night and how much of a moron I was for thinking it was better to break your heart because I am, again, an ass?”, he says with a little but of playfulness to his voice, but you can hear the pain of the truth behind every word he has spoken.
“It won’t make it better, no, my heart still isn’t the same…”, you whisper.
“Well… will you let me try to put it back together? I’ve really missed you…”
You tap your fingers against your steering wheel, your dog lays down with a doggy sigh in the back seat and you giggle at the dog.
“That a sign (d/n) wants to hurry up and go home. If you confess how much of an ass you are, on the way to the apartment… I may find I am willing to give you a second chance.”, you start the engine and Dean starts up again on how much of an ignorant fool he is so by the time you get to your apartment, you can feel the familiar warmth he spreads to you, slowly start to return.
“Why Dean Winchester, I do believe you have grovelled enough…. now shut up and kiss me.”
He grabs a hold of you, pulling you tight to his chest as his lips brush against yours and you kiss back, which encourages him to deepen the kiss. You pull away, both to catch your breath as your dog lets out a doggy type groan.
“I love you (y/n), and I swear I will never ever leave you again and I will never ever break your heart again.”
“You better not, because next time.. I may not lay down and take it.”, you grin up at him, “I love you too”, you say as you press a final kiss to his lips before removing you, your dog, and him from the car to go into the little studio apartment so he can start mending your heart.