Title: My Deal
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Other Characters: Sam and Bobby
Request: anonymous asked: Can you do
a dean x reader where it’s reader who makes the deal to save Sam instead of
Dean in season 2. And then when Dean finds out he starts being mean and Ignores
her and flirts with other girls in front of her. Then one day she has enough
and leaves and everyone has to find her
Word Count: 2,851
A/N: This is the longest request I’ve written! I got carried away I guess
but I hope that you like it! Message me any feedback that you might have about
this. I don’t know how to feel about his yet. I’m liking it but I’m disliking
it. Anyways, enjoy! Have a lovely night <3Thank you for requesting and
9 Months is all you had
left before you took a little trip down to see Lucifer. The deal that you had made
in order to save Sam’s life and avoid Dean going through unbelievable pain,
left with you a year to live. Most people get 10 years but demons love making
your life impossible, so a year was all you got. It didn’t matter. You were
doing it for someone you cared about deeply. Did the guys know? Did Bobby know?
Nope. Nobody knew about your little deal. Nobody knew how Sam came back to life
but nobody did any investigations either. It was better like that. Though, you
were in the process of telling Bobby.
“You mean to tell me
that you sold your soul to save Sam’s life?!” Bobby almost screams, furrowing
his eyebrows. His tone didn’t sound very nice at the moment and you were glad
that you’re a girl or else he probably would’ve smacked the living crap out of
“Shhh!” You put your
finger to your lips and sigh. “Dammit, Bobby I don’t want them to find out! I
want them to think that my death was just random. A case got me.”
“And if you’re not a
You didn’t think of
that. Well, crap. He was right. What if you weren’t on a case when your time was
up? What if you were randomly at home when it happened? “I didn’t think of
“How long you got?”
Bobby sighed, realizing that there was nothing that he could do to help you.
For a brief moment, you could’ve sworn that
you saw his eyes get glassy. He was like a father to you and he saw you as his
daughter. Losing you would devastate. “A
Bobby’s silence tells
you that shocked him and hurt him even more. “How?”
“I don’t know. I got a
year or no deal.” You confess. “So, I took the deal. I couldn’t watch Dean
suffer because he lost his brother and I couldn’t lose Sammy either.”
You and Dean had a
thing for each other. A hook up here and there. Unadmitted feelings for each
other but almost never really acted on.
“I can’t believe that you did that.” Bobby shakes his head, bringing you
into a tight hug. “You idjit.”
“Y/N!!” A roaring Sam
and Dean pushed through Bobby’s door, searching the place for you.
You jumped up and
rushed to their side. “Woah. What’s up?” You furrow your eyebrows, slightly
confused because they’re yelling and they have no reason too. You haven’t
pranked them or anything.
“You want to tell us
what the hell a demon was talking about when he said that you sold your damn
soul to save Sammy’s life!” Dean screamed at you. He was demanding answering,
not asking if you would be nice enough to give them an answer.
You froze in place,
Bobby coming out confused as well. “What is going on?”
“Y/N sold her soul to
save my life..” Sam’s voice was quiet and hurt. He couldn’t believe you did
that for him. He hated the fact that you did that. It was sweet and nice that
you care about him so deeply but he didn’t want you to give up your life for his.
Bobby stayed quiet and
glanced over at you. “Well, there’s your secret now.” He walked away, ready to
pour everybody a drink because quite frankly, you all needed it.
“Wait, you knew about
this!?” Dean grew angrier. “Are we the only ones this isn’t worth mentioning
You sighed loudly and
cursed under your breath, running your hand down your face and almost wanting
to pull your hair.
“Dean, calm down.”
“Calm down!?” Dean
growled and turned to you, angrier than before. By now, you knew that you had
lost his trust for good. “I cannot calm down. You are dying in how long?! The
demon said you had a damn year, Y/N! I am losing you in a damn year!”
“Technically 9 months..”
Dean glared at you. “That
was the stupidest decision you’ve ever made, Y/N and you’ve made some pretty
fucked up decisions. Do you not use your brain at all?”
“Dean.” Sam put his
hand on his brother’s shoulder as an attempt to calm him down. “Let’s you get
out of here before you say too much.” Sam pushed him out of the door and turned
to look back at you. “But he’s right. I’m not supposed to be here and I am and
because of that you’re going to lose your life, Y/N. That’s not right.”
A small ache started in your chest by having Dean being mad at you and
to top it all off, Sam didn’t approve either which ultimately, you didn’t
expect them to.
6 months left. Dean
ignores you, barely talks to you and he talks the only thing that comes out of
his mouth are insults. In his head, he’s thinking that by doing this, he’ll get
you out of his head faster and out of his heart as well. By the time that you’re
gone, he won’t feel it as bad but he’s wrong. The cut runs deeper than that. As
much as he’d like to get over you, he can’t. He’s going to have to face the
pain that he’s going to feel when you’re gone. He hates thinking about the day
but it’s engraved in his head.
“Will you freaking
watch it!” Dean pushed you behind with a low growl. “I’m not your damn baby
sitter, Y/N. I shouldn’t have to watch over you 24/7 since you can’t do
Ouch. Another cut in
your heart. “You don’t have to watch me, Dean.” You push past him, looking for
the demon that might be hiding anywhere.
“Guys! I got it.” Sam
comes running from behind you. “He didn’t know anything about saving you.” He
You never told them to
look for a solution, but they are. Dean is forced to. In your head, if It was
up to Dean, you’d be dead already.
“Oh, sad.” Dean rolled
his eyes and walked back to the Impala. “Let’s go to the bar.”
Sam looked over at you.
“He doesn’t mean any of that, you know that right?”
It still hurt whether
he means his insults or not. It still cuts freaking deep because you lost what
you had with him in a minute. The trust, the-possibly-love, the care and
connection. It’s all gone. There’s nothing but resentment in his eyes.
The ride to the bar was
dead quiet. Nobody spoke a word. Well, on occasion, Dean would speak to Sam but
ignore you like most days now. If he wasn’t ignoring you, he was insulting you.
Point is, he was always a douche to you now.
“I want to go home,
Sam.” You look over at Sam, hoping that he would take you home.
“Walk.” Dean mumbled. “My
car is not an option until I want to go home.”
You sink back in your
seat, tears building up in your eyes. You’ve apologized to him over and over
and over again and he still gives you the silent treatment or just tells you straight
up he doesn’t care.
“Dean, come on.” Sam
looks at his brother, pleading with his eyes to stop this nonsense.
Finally, Dean parks and
gets out, shoving the keys in his pocket. He enters the bar, making you and Sam
sigh at the same time.
Sam glances over at you
quickly. “Let’s go?”
Shaking your head no,
you look down at your shoes. “I’m just going to stay here. Don’t worry. Being
alone kind of sounds good right now.”
Sam frowns. “I’ll talk
to him.” He heads out, following his brother.
When he’s finally out
of sight, you sink down in your seat again and let the tear rush down your
cheeks, wondering of a way to get Dean to forgive you and treat you like he
used to. Like his princess and the one that he loved being next. The one he came
to with whatever was on his mind. You were more than just someone in his life.
You were his best friend, the one he was slowly falling in love with. The one
he was experiencing with what love truly was and meant.
In a matter of minutes,
Dean was outside with a girl by his side; kissing and touching each other. They
couldn’t keep their hands off each other. You closed your eyes and shook your
head, hating the image that was playing over and over in your head.
Dean pulled away
slightly, glancing over at the car and noticing that you were still in there.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, making his heart ache a little. Instead of
going over to you, he pulled the girl closer to him and crashed his lips to
hers again, making you get out of the car and walk back to where you guys were
The whole way there you cried your eyes out and at one point you stopped
to scream at the top of your lungs, letting everything out.
You didn’t stop at the
motel, no you continued until your legs couldn’t carry you anymore. Then, you
asked a random girl for a ride and she took you all the way back to Bobby’s.
Nice of her but you were prepared for anything that she might’ve tried to pull.
On the way, you received many calls from Sam and Bobby. Lots of texts from Sam
too, demanding to know where you were and if you were okay. You never answered.
You pushed through the
door of Bobby’s and went straight to your room, packing everything that you had
and grabbing the big duffle bag, You
walked down the stairs, Bobby standing at the bottom with a pissed look on his
congratulations.” You drop down your bag and go over to where you hide your
money. “Now, you saw that I’m okay and now I’m leaving. Screw Dean!” You scream
which shocks you and shocks Bobby. “Screw everything! If I’m going to die, I’m
going to die alone! Far away from everybody!”
“Stop.” Bobby walks
over to you. “Stop right there, Y/N.”
You don’t listen and instead grab your things again and walk to the
door. “I’m so sorry Bobby but I have to go. If I stay, Dean is going to end up
killing me with his actions and words and trust me… “ Again, your eyes get
glassy. “That’s a more painful death than anything else..” With that, you walk
away from them again. Ready to start the quest on your own until it was your
time. By now, you had accepted it. That was your faith, so be it.
“She left because of
you.” Bobby said straight up, not keeping it from Dean or Sam.
Dean looked down and
grabbed another beer. “No. She left because she wanted too..” The pain eating
at him again. You still a few months left and now you were completely gone and
the pain was worse than he’d imagine it.
“No, Dean. She left
because you really were being a douchebag.” Sam corrected him, standing by
Bobby. “I’m going to look for her.”
“She doesn’t want to
found, boy.” Bobby objected, knowing you more than anybody else. “I want to
find her as bad as you do but trust me, we’ll make her angrier. She wants.. She
wants to die alone.”
‘She’s not going to
die.” Sam objects, shaking his head. “She’s not going to die. I can look for
her myself, it doesn’t matter.”
Twenty minutes away
from your death, you decided to go on a hunt that has been there for a while
and you finally couldn’t wait any longer. You’re going to die anyways. Might as
well finish this job before your time is up.
Just as you’re getting
out of the car you hear another car pull up. A very special car though. And you
know exactly who it belongs to. The Impala.
You don’t turn, instead
you continue walking ahead of you and pretending like you didn’t hear anything
from the start.
“Y/N!” Three voices
were heard from the distance. Dean’s. Sam’s. Bobby’s. Dean’s. Dean was here.
Your legs keep walking,
not stopping for a minute. Just as you turned to your side, you noticed that
the neighbor that was walking towards them was a demon. “Demon!” You yell,
pointing at the man and running after them.
In seconds, Sam’s
holding the knife that kills demons and the demon is gone. You stop and sigh.
You’re never going to stop worrying about them.
“Y/N.” Sam embraces you
tightly, smiling at the fact that you’re okay. “Gosh. Where have you been? We’ve
been trying to find you!”
“I’m fine. Now go.” You
hug Bobby quickly and stop at Dean. His eyes beg for a hug but you stop and
walk back. “Go. I don’t want you guys here.”
You knew exactly what
was coming for you and you didn’t want them to watch you die.
“Y/N ple-“ Dean starts
but you cut him off.
“I don’t want you here.”
The tone of your voice is cold, which hurts him because he’s suffered so much
without you. He’s ready to apologize and tell you that you’re going to see this
one though. That he’ll be there by your side.
In the distance, a
growl is heard and you knew exactly what is. Instant tears rush down your face and
you push them all away. “Go! Please! Please! Just go!” You plead at them,
trying to keep them safe.
They all stare out into
the distance. Dean pulls you by his side, trying to protect you. You push him
away and look at them. “Go. Get in the car. Drive. Drive as far as you can and
don’t you look back, you understand?” Your eyes are fixed on Dean’s. A tear
slides down his cheek, shaking his head he steps closer to you.
“10 minutes.” Bobby
says quietly, glancing at his watch. “Get in the car with us. You can run.”
“But I can’t hide.” You
reply. “I don’t want to hide.”
“Y/N.” Dean looks at
you as the growls get louder.
You push them all away.
“Get out!!” You scream at them and in a matter of seconds, you’re all running
away. You could’ve gotten them in the car but they didn’t want to. You’d take
them to a safe place and then walk away from them without them noticing.. If
you made it.
The clock is ticking
and the growls get louder and soon enough you’re being chased by a hellhound.
You can see it. You can see how it looks like and the fact that it’s coming
just for you.
When your terrified scream
is heard, it’s the signal for them that it’s 12 am. Your time is up. They all
stop running. Time stops for them, frozen in place, they can’t move or do
anything to prevent what’s happening to you. Their hear pounds hard in their
chest. Dean screams as he watches you get tore apart. He’d give anything to
have you safe and sound and him being there instead. Sam watches horrified,
pleading but he’s pleading into the thin air because there’s nobody else there.
Bobby’s eyes get glassy again, no sound is heard from his mouth. He’s frozen in
When it finally stops,
you’re in a pool of your own blood. Your body is tore apart, blood still
pooling at your side. There was no way of saving you from that. The hellhound finish
you. Mauled you to death. Dean holds you in his arms and for once, Bobby and
Sam saw him cry, scream your name into the thin air, hoping and begging for a
miracle that didn’t come. They watched him curse and apologize to you over and
over again. He told your lifeless body, he loved you. Again, he screamed as if
that would relieve his pain. It didn’t. It felt as if he was dying too but it
wouldn’t end. The nightmare would continue. There was no end in his pain.