Imagine: Dean tells you he doesn’t love you so you’ll leave him and not be in danger of the Mark any more.
Characters: Dean, Sam
Pairing: MoC!Dean x Reader
Warnings: angsty af
A/N: So this is just a small thing that came to me. The next thing I’ll be posting will be prompt #7 (Dean x Reader smut!!!) so stay tuned ;) Also please send in whatever prompts you want!
Things have been getting worse between you and Dean ever since the Mark. He has become more distant, barely speaks to you and has decided to sleep on the couch instead of your shared bed. The silence between the two of you is slowly killing you and your heart breaks a little every time you see the pain and struggle in his eyes. If only he would talk to you everything would be better.
You sit in the bunker library and wait for the boys to come back from their most recent hunt. They made you stay behind on the grounds that you were still recovering from the previous hunt which is utter bull but you let them go anyway.
just then the bang of the bunker door closing snaps you out of your thoughts. Your gaze falls on the pair of hunters who, for the most part, look unscathed. With are sporting minor cuts but nothing too serious.
“How was the hunt?” You ask, trying to make your voice light.
“It went well.” Replies Sam while Dean just ignores you.
“Great. Well supper’s in the kitchen if you’re hungry.” You say glumly. Pushing past the boys to go to your and Dean’s room.
A couple of hours later you decide to go check up on them. You find them sitting in the screening room on the couch watching some sort of football game. After a small internal debate with yourself you decide it is time to address the situation between you and your boyfriend.
“D-Dean can I talk to you for a second?”
The greed eyed man looks at you and stands up from the couch, a wary expression on his face as he makes his way over to you. You head down the hall to your room and wait for Dean to follow you.
Once he’s in the room you close the door behind him and lead against it. Dean takes a seat on the edge of the bed and with an exasperated sigh asks:
“What do you want Y/N?”
“What do I want? Dean it’s been weeks since you got the Mark and all you’ve been doing is avoid me.” You say but only receive an emotionless stare as an answer.
“Dean this silence is killing me. You barely say two words to me and when you do you always sound pissed. Please just tell me what’s going on.” You plead.
Dean tries not to show the effect your words have on him. It’s been so hard for him as well to stay away from you and pretend he doesn’t care. He acts like he can’t see how much his actions are hurting you but he notices every damn time. But ultimately he’s doing it for your own good, you deserve someone better than him who also isn’t a walking time bomb. He knows he can’t fully control his actions and he is terrified of hurting you.
“Well did you ever stop to think that maybe I don;t want to talk to you?” He asks coldly, known it’s better to just end this now.
You feel like you’ve just been punched in the gut “W-what does that mean?” You stutter.
“I guess it means I’m just not in love with you anymore.” He says flatly. Dean stands up from the bed and walked past you.
You find yourself incapable of moving. Your heart feels like it has been ripped from your chest and thrown to the pits of Tartarus. You collapse to your knees, tears silently spilling down your cheeks. And a feeling of total loss surrounds you.