A/N: I was feeling a bit angsty today, and decided to write my first angst fic, so I’m kind of nervous! This will be a series, so let me know if you like it and want me to write another part. Thank you to my love @balthazars-muse for always helping me with my creative visions. As always, like, reblog, follow, and send me feedback. I appreciate you all. xo
Song that inspired this: Hunger - Of Monsters & Men
Warnings: - angst. - break up, separation, divorce talk. - you might hate me when you’re done with this.
The past few weeks had been nothing short of torture for you. Days and nights blurred together, spending time on the couch in your new apartment, eating ice cream and crying your heart out. Your eyes were now red and swollen from all the tears you had shed. This small apartment felt wrong, lonely. Without Dean here, it wasn’t home.
‘I don’t have much time to explain, Y/N. Lock the doors and don’t let anyone else in but me. I’ll be there in five minutes. We need to talk.’
Your heart stilled in your chest. The magnitude of what Dean had just texted you ran through every nerve ending in your brain. Synapses fired rapidly, but you were still too busy processing what he had texted you to even form a response. A slam of a random car door outside your apartment broke you of your reverie. You practically sprinted to your front door, ensuring it was locked, and it was - just as you had left it when you came in the apartment earlier. You always kept your doors locked, even after you and Dean had separated. This was one of Dean’s ‘golden rules’. Never leave the door unlocked.
A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to write, and I’m sorry it’s so short. Trust me on this! I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to @balthazars-muse as always for helping me out! Please like, reblog, follow, and send me feedback! I love to hear from you!
Warnings: - Violence. - Guns. - Blood. - You’ll hate me, so I’m sorry.
The echo of the shot bouncing off the stone walls around you rang in your ears, and you swore your eardrums had burst. The laughter of the two despicable men who had just shot Jess could be heard in slow motion, almost as if you were in some kind of trippy horror movie. You could hear yourself screaming out Jess’s name, pleading for her to answer you - but, there was no answer. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks when you realized you couldn’t even adjust yourself to see her, your hands still tied tightly to the metal pole behind you.
A/N: Here is the second part to Broken Promises. I’d like to say that this will mend your broken hearts from Part 1, but it probably won’t. So sorry ahead of time. Let me know if you like it and want me to continue with another part. Thank you, as always to @balthazars-muse for helping me so greatly with my fics. As always, like, reblog, follow, and send me feedback. I love to hear what you think! I appreciate you! xo
Warnings: - angst. - language? maybe? - I apologize in advance for the ending and for me.
Your car hadn’t even warmed up enough for the heat to kick on. Hot tears rolled freely down your cold cheeks, making them tingle and burn. Your vision became blurred, crying so hard it was difficult to catch your breath. Your body rocked with each sob, your warm breath making clouds in the cold air.
About three blocks from where you last left Dean, you pulled your car over to the side of the road. As soon as you put it in park, you let your whole body slump on the steering wheel, crying as loud and ugly as you pleased. The heat finally had kicked on, blowing hot air onto your face, drying your tears.
A/N: I’ve recently come to the conclusion that this is an AU. So there’s that. However, I really enjoy writing this story and the feedback I’ve gotten is incredible. I love where it’s headed and I hope you will too. I promise Part 4 will answer A LOT of your questions. Thank you as always to @balthazars-muse for helping my ass out. Feel free to like, reblog, follow, and send me lots of feedback. I’d love to hear what you think of it, and whether you’d like another part. I appreciate you! xo
Warnings: - angst. - language. - you’ll be angry with me.
The last thing you wanted to do was hurt her more than you already had. Telling her this way was not how you intended originally, but her safety was at the utmost importance right now. Ten years - ten fucking years you had kept your secret, kept her safe. Now, one text exchange put both of your lives in danger.
A/N: This is it- the last part to Broken Promises. I want to take this time to thank everyone who has supported me with this series and sent me such kind words and inspiration. I was scared as hell to write this, never writing angst before, and it made me love angst so much. Thank you to @balthazars-muse for being such a huge help with this series. I will be forever grateful to you! There is still an epilogue for me to write, so keep your eyes peeled for that as well! Let me know how you like to ending! I hope I wrapped it up okay! xo
You stared at the ceiling, your phone resting on your baby bump, your finger mindlessly pressing Dean’s name over and over. Each time you’d call, it would ring a few times and go straight to voicemail - each time your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. It had been almost six hours since he left, six whole hours of the unknown. Where was he? Was he okay? Was Sam okay? Was Crowley dead? The questions replayed in your mind over and over, like some fucked up torture device on repeat. After the last call, you threw your phone to the end of the bed, running a hand through your hair.
You had been discharged an hour ago, and now you were waiting for someone to come and get you. But, no one was answering. Even Sam wasn’t answering his phone. Each time you thought about it, the urge to pass out became more and more evident. A soft knock on your door made you jump to your feet.
A/N: Apologies on how long it took me to write this! I started a new series and had some real life stuff going on, so I put this on the back burner for a bit. I think there’s only going to be two more parts to this and (maybe) an epilogue, but we’ll see how my brain works as I’m writing. Thank you to everyone who has been so supportive of this fic and my writing in general. You guys rock! Side note: I’m literally 7 followers way from 2k and I cannot even contemplate life! As always, like, reblog, follow, and send me feedback! I love hearing from you! xo
Warnings: - Nothing that I can think of but language. - Oh, and talk of violence.
You and Dean had fallen asleep in each others arms at some point during the night, although you couldn’t remember doing so. You awoke to his head rested heavily on your lap, his ear pressed against your stomach, as if he was intently listening for the baby’s heartbeat. You sighed, the flood of emotions from hours before rushing back to you. You ran your fingers through Dean’s hair and he shifted his head to face you, his eyes still closed, his mouth parted slightly. He was so handsome, yet even in sleep, you could see the worry on his face. Your stomach twinged with guilt, as you leaned down and placed a kiss on his furrowed brow. Dean stirred and his eyelids fluttered open, his green emeralds making eye contact with yours. When he realized where he was, he sat up straight, rubbing a hand over his face.
A/N: Terribly sorry for the delay on this. The holidays put a damper on my angsty feels. Thank you all so much for the support with this series. I really love writing it! This will switch between Dean and the reader’s POV, but it should be fairly clear where each one splits off. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to @balthazars-muse for being dope af and always helping me out with this series. As always, like, reblog, follow, and send me feedback. I love to hear from you! xo
Warnings: - Language. - Violence. - Feels.
*gifs are not mine.
Your eyes fluttered open, Y/N’s cracked white ceiling the first thing you saw. A throbbing pain was ripping through your skull, pops of white clouding your vision. You sat up, trying to regain full consciousness, shaking your head back and forth to clear the fog. You ran a hand through your hair, feeling the blood there. You looked at it for a moment, before your heart started ramming in your chest. You looked over to find Y/N’s front door wide open. You jumped up quickly, immediately regretting it. You became so dizzy that you had to grip the kitchen table with two hands. When the dizziness faded, the panic sunk in.