Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Seeing For Yourself

Everything was only pitch black for seconds, but when your vision cleared, you weren't surprised to see you were now far away from the bar. Still cold and damp like you were outside, you were in some storage place, long forgotten. 

With Amara standing in front of you, she raised her hand, and an invisible force sent you reeling backwards, where you ran into a tall metal structure. Cold ropes ran around your arms and your legs, holding you in place. "There, that's better." She announced, as you fought against your binds, trying to get free.

"Why? Why did you do this?" You asked her, the magical ropes tightening against your skin, burning as you fought. 

"You don't deserve Dean. All you do is distract him, and keep him away from me." She argued, the wind picking up around her.

"Dean doesn't want to be around you. He's working with his brother, trying to figure out a way to get rid of you!" You yelled at her, tired of being pulled around by her. She could either kill you now, or get it through her head that Dean wasn't hers.

"He might be trying, but once he gets around me, he will forget all that nonsense." She spat. "Dean and I will be together for eternity. You, you are just a fly on the wall, forgotten after a seconds notice."

It was no use arguing with her. She had these strange thoughts in her mind, and she wouldn't see past them. In your heart you knew Dean loved you, and he would always love you. Even if the pull of Amara was too strong for him to resist, that wasn't because he didn't love you.

She could see you calming down, without giving in, and it did nothing more but annoy her. Closing her eyes, she raised her arms, and you winced, wondering what new sort of torture she was planning for you. Before she could do anything, her eyes popped back open and a smile graced her face. "I have an idea. Let's have you see Dean with me. Then you can see how drawn he is to me, and how pathetic your little love for him is."

With a snap of her fingers you were freed from the cords cutting into your body, and Amara had a grip on your arm. Once again she was pulling you into blackness, and when you finally landed, it took you more than a second to catch your breath and keep yourself from throwing up at the jerky movement.

"Now, don't worry about trying anything." Amara warned. "You are invisible, and I've made it so you can't move. Where I go, you go, but that's it."

Not heading her words, you thrashed against her hold, but it held tight, leaving you like a puppet, with invisible strings tied to her. Glancing around, you saw you were at a park, full of people with children or just enjoying the nice sunshine. "What are we doing here?" You asked her as she peered around like she was looking for someone.

"You'll see soon enough." Was her reply, a smile on her face.

As a couple passed by you, you yelled out to them, hoping they could hear you and maybe help, but all it did was make Amara laugh. "You didn't think I'd silence you as well? No one can hear you, except me. But if you keep talking that might change soon."

With no other course but to stay silent, you let yourself be tugged along, towards the busier part of the park, where food carts were set up. As you struggled against her hold, you saw a familiar set of broad shoulders encased in a suit. "Dean?" You whispered, watching as he frowned. He was talking on his phone, while ordering a couple of hot dogs, and he did not seem happy at all. Maybe he had realized you were gone, and was trying to find you.

"That's why we're here. So you can see what a losing battle you're fighting." She said smugly as she walked over to him. You had no choice but to follow, wishing you could somehow warn Dean away. 

"Cas, if you can hear me, please help. Amara's got me, and she's heading straight for Dean. Can you warn him, please?" You silently begged in your head, not knowing if Cas was busy, or if he could hear you at all. But it was your only shot, and you were going to take it no matter what. 

"Dean." Amara stated, watching as he swiveled his head, his gaze landing on her. He looked shocked, and you watched as he straightened his shoulders.

"Amara, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"We need to talk." She replied, snapping her fingers and moving the three of you from the park to a empty field. "There, that's better." 

"Amara, what do you want?" He asked again, as she reached out towards him. You let out a small squeal of joy when he stepped back, away from her touch.

"To see you. It's been too long." She answered, frowning at his movements.

"Why did you butcher those people?" He asked, as you continued to try to get free, hoping that while she dealt with Dean she had forgotten about you.

"I'm just trying to get my brother's attention. That is all." She answered.

Dean seemed angered at her answer, like you knew he would be. "It's your mess. I don't care who threw the first punch, or who is mad at the other person. It's your mess and you're taking innocent lives, taking their souls."

She took a step towards him, and you could feel her hold on you crack, just the slightest bit. "If it makes you feel any better, their souls are within me. They will go on forever."

"No, that doesn't make me feel any better. They were people, they didn't deserve to get in the middle of your little spat." Dean growled, no where under her control like she had said.

"Dean!" You screamed, hoping that the little crack of her hold was enough for your voice to be heard.

He straightened, glancing around. "What was that? Amara, are you hiding Y/N? She went missing, and I should have known you would have something to do with it!"

With a sigh, Amara snapped her fingers, and Dean finally saw you, still tethered behind her. "Y/N, are you alright?"

Nodding, he turned his attention back to Amara. "Leave her out of this."

"She needed to see. That she isn't the only one who has a hold on you. That you will always come when I call. That's why you were at that park today. You felt me, you couldn't stay back."

"Let her go." He growled, as she stepped even closer to him. You watched as he pulled a silver blade out of his coat, reaching up and slamming it into her. And you watched as it shattered into a thousand pieces, falling to the floor like confetti. It did have one desired effect, her hold on you loosened, just as three Angels came into view, just behind Amara. 

"Dean!" You exclaimed, as he looked up in shock. Seeing the Angel's, he looked at you, his eyes wide.

"Dean, you need to go. But remember, you are meant to be with me. Not that girl." She said, and you rushed forward, grasping his hand just as she transported him out of the way of the Angel's threat.

**So I'm thinking just a couple more chapters.**