The Past On Your Doorstep - AU
Dean x Reader
Based on this prompt: I was getting over you. Why did you have to come back?
Word Count: 1900+
Monday mornings suck. Everyone has thought that, at least once. The reasons are many and fairly known. Today, though, there was one more, one entirely unexpected that came knocking on your door.
Humming your favorite song, your socked feet padded towards the source of the noise, as you wondered who on earth wanted something at 7 AM. It had better not be your neighbor, looking for his cat, for the 20th time this month.
The moment you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat. No. No. No. You’d take your neighbor over this, a hundred times.
This couldn’t be real. Why was he here? What did he want? How long had it been? More than four years now?
“Hi,” he said, added a smile too.
“Hi?” You repeated, the shock of seeing him again getting soon replaced by anger. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“It’s kind of a long story,” he replied, then gestured to your living room, “Can I come in?”
“What - no.”
Before you could slam the door shut, he stopped it with his hand and looked at you with pleading eyes. “Listen, it’s important or I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
“I wouldn’t know. You told me nothing but lies for a year, so I don’t know anything about you.”
“Okay, that’s fair enough,” he said with a nod. “But I only lied to keep you safe.”
“Oh, that’s what that was about?” You asked, sarcastic. “To keep me safe? You know when I’m safe? When you’re far away from me. So get lost.” You tried to push the door closed one more time, but he still didn’t let you, one foot ready to block the door from shutting.
“Just - let me explain, okay? 5 minutes.”
You sighed and opened the door all the way, but still blocked the entry with your body. “I’m not alone and I don’t want you in my house. You can talk from there or you can leave.”
But he didn’t seem to register what you had told him. Not all of it, anyway. “Not alone? Who are you with?” And he was trying to take a peek inside when you put a hand on his chest and pushed him backward. More than 4 years and he thought he was entitled to know what happened in your life. Unbelievable.