Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

The Wraith

The next morning you woke up, stretching your arms over your head as you smiled. It was the best sleep you had had in a long time, and you felt energized and ready to go. Moving your hand to the side of the bed, you were surprised and disappointed to feel it empty and cold.

You remembered what happened last night, the horrible dream, and finding comfort in Dean's arms. But now the bed beside you was empty, and you wondered if Dean had done it out of pity for you.

Feeling a little depressed at the thought, you turned to your side, cuddling into a ball.

"Hey sleepy head." Dean's voice sounded from across the room, and you cracked open an eye to see him standing at the open door, a take out bag in one hand, and coffees in the other.

Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, before climbing out of bed, noticing Dean's eyes following your every movement. Instead of getting dressed, you went and sat down at the table, grabbing the coffee Dean was offering you. You breathed in the heavenly aroma, before turning to face Dean.

"How did you sleep?" He asked as he pulled breakfast burritos out of the bag and handing one to you.

"I slept fine, after. Thanks to you." You told him, before taking a big bite of your burrito.

He studied you for a moment, his burrito forgotten. "I can't believe you turned to me last night. After everything, you still turned to me for comfort."

It was then Sam came out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping wet. He looked between the two of you, before silently grabbing his burrito and coffee and escaping to the other end of the room.

"Of course I would turn to you, I still love you." You said simply, but Dean shook your answer away.

"But why? After everything that happened, it was all my fault. You should be running from me, not looking for solace in my arms." He said sadly, and you wanted to curl into his chest, to let him know that he was a good person, and the things that happened were out of his control.

"Because you've always been there for me." You started, but he scoffed. "It's true, and when you weren't it wasn't your fault. You had died! You were a Demon! Now can we get back to the case?" You asked, finishing your burrito and heading into the bathroom to get ready for the day, ignoring the bewildered look you had left on Dean's face.

Twenty minutes later you were dressed and ready, only to find out you were being left behind.

"You said you would stick to research." Dean reminded you.

"But..." You pleaded, but Dean shook his head, and Sam placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Why don't we drop you off at the library, there are some books there that could be useful." He told you, trying to make you feel better about being stuck to research duty.

"Fine." You grumbled, aware that you wouldn't be getting your way that day. You frowned on your way to the car, and continued sulking as they left you at the old county library.

"It's only gonna be an hour or so. We need to check out the victims, question the local authority. I'll call you when we're done. Then maybe we can go out for a beer afterwards." Dean promised as you leaned outside his window.

"Promise?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Okay then." You replied, before surprising the both of you by leaning down and pressing a quick, chaste kiss to his cheek.

You waited as the drove off, before heading up the stairs of the old brick building, moaning when you realized how massive the place actually was.

"Can I help you?" A woman's voice from beside you asked, and nodding your head you faced her. She was pretty, and young, in her early twenties. She was dressed in simple black pants and a blue Polo with the libraries name on it, her dark brown hair pulled back with a headband. She had a smile on her face, and was a little too perky for your taste.

"Yes please. Where are your books on monsters, and lore?" You asked, thinking it curious when her smile slipped away.

"Why are you wanting to look through those silly old books? Why today is the perfect day to sit down with a nice romance novel." She told you, trying to lead you over to the novel section.

Pulling your arm from her grasp, you shook your head. "No thank you, this is really important. I guess I can find it on my own."

She sighed, before pointing up the stairs. "It's on the third floor, towards the back, on the left. Good luck."

Glad to be rid of the pesky Librarian, you followed her directions, to the quietest part of the library. Going through, you pulled down all the books that looked like they might be helpful, setting them on a table hidden in the back.

Hours later your back was sore, your eyes were crossed, and you had started to forget what you were even looking for. It was the you received a text from Dean.

On our way. It's for sure a wraith.

Knowing you didn't have much time, you left the books on the table, feeling a little guilty for doing so. As you hurried to the front door, the same pesky Librarian came up to you again. "Did you find what you were looking for?" She asked, a curious glint to her eyes.

"Not really, but thanks for your help." You told her, trying to get past her, but she grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"I'm so sorry about that. Why don't you come back tomorrow, maybe I can help you more then."

You shook your head before removing your arm from her grasp. "That's alright, thanks though."

Hurrying away, you took the stairs two at a time, relieved to see the Impala waiting for you at the edge of the sidewalk. Sliding into the back seat, you unconsciously rubbed your arm where her grasp had been.

How'd research go?" Dean asked, as he glanced back in the rear view mirror.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I found nothing. But it doesn't matter if you already know what it is. But the librarian was weird. She kept grabbing my arm."

Dean chuckled. "Maybe she had a thing for you."

"You wish." You retorted. "No, it wasn't like that. It was different, hard to explain. She wanted me to come back tomorrow."

Sam turned in the seat so he could look you in the eye. "Well don't worry about it, you won't have to go back. We already know how to kill it."

As the Impala sped down the road, you started to feel dizzy, a little uncentered, like your head was foggy. Closing your eyes, you titled your head back, leaning it against the seat. It didn't help, and the motion of the Impala was making it worse.

"Dean, can you pull over?" You pleaded, not wanting to get sick in his Impala.

"We're almost back to the motel, can't it wait?" He asked, before looking back at you. He must of not liked what he had seen because the Impala came to a screeching halt at the side of the road.

He opened your door and moved to help you out, but you flinched when his hand came towards you. A frown on his face, he stepped back, letting you climb out on your own. Once out of the car, you took in big gulping breaths of the fresh air, trying to calm down. But everything seemed to be spinning.

"Y/N, what's a matter?" He asked, still not trying to touch you again. "You're face is white."

You turned to tell him you didn't feel good, but the sight in front of you had you scrambling away from him, sobs ripping out of your throat, as you fell on your knees in a haste to get away. Dean's eyes followed your every movement, but they were no longer his gorgeous green eyes, they were once again fully black and it terrified you.