Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

Passion Dies (Dean×Reader)

Part 2

Your POV

   You woke up and rolled over to cuddle close to Dean. When you didn't feel anything, you opened your eyes. You saw the cheap, plastic blinds hanging on the windows of a motel you had crashed at the night before. You rubbed your eyes, sat up, and stretched. You got out of the lumpy motel bed and walked to the duffle bag. You grabbed a random shirt, along with pants and underwear. Walking to the bathroom, you noticed that the shirt was in fact not yours, but it was actually Dean's. You felt tears in your eyes and you threw the shirt into the bag. After crying for a few minutes, you got up and grabbed another shirt. 

 Dean's POV  

   "Pick up your phone! (Y/N), please," I yelled after leaving yet another message on her cell phone. I wanted to go out and find her, but she slashed all of my tires. I had Cas go to the car shop an hour away so I could change them. Sam was also trying to call her, but he didn't have any luck. I was scared. I didn't want her to get hurt, even if I had already hurt her. I just wanted her to come home, but she probably wasn't going to. She probably wasn't going to because of me. I needed her, but I was questioning if she still needed me. I wanted to give up and cry, but I couldn't because I had to find her. If it was the last thing I did, I had to find her. 

Your POV

   You walked outside of the motel room, deciding to walk to a diner instead of using you Harley. You headed out onto the streets of the small town you had ended up in. After walking for what seemed about 20 minutes, you spotted a diner on the corner. You walked through the doors, being hit with the smell of bacon and maple syrup. 

   "Table for one, um, please," you stuttered. The hostess smiled, leading you to a table. After you finished and paid for the food, you decided to go out for a walk around town. You saw used book and music stores instantly thinking about Sam and Dean. You kept walking passing by big, Victorian style houses and eventually seeing a gazebo in the center of it all. You walked over to the gazebo, taking time to sit underneath it. You smiled. This town is so beautiful. I want to live here. You  saw a familiar '78 Lincoln Continental sitting in front of what looked to be an auto shop. Wait, is that Cas' truck? No, Cas is probably at the bunker with Dean and Sam. The thought started to slip my mind, but you looked back over and saw that tan trench coat. You got up from the bench inside the gazebo and started to head over to him. As you approached, his eyes widened with surprise.

   "(Y/N), w-where have you been? Dean and Sam are nervous wrecks. They sent me here to get tires for the Impala so they could find you. They've been trying to  call you and get a hold of you and-" You cut him off. 

   "Cas, you can't tell them where I am. Dean can't find me...I'm so done with the fighting and I know if I go back we're going to fight even more." You sighed and tried to turn around. He grabbed your  shoulder, giving you puppy dog eyes. "Fine! I'll go back, but only for a little bit." He smiled. You told him where you were staying and he drove you back to retrieve your things and get your Harley. 

Dean's POV

   I heard a car park in front of the bunker, indicating Cas was home with the tires. I went back to calling (Y/N) until I heard the door slam shut and a phone ring. It caught my attention, so I looked up and was met with her eyes on mine. I slammed my phone down, jumping up and running to hug her. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around me. Sam walked in a minute later, wrapping his arms around both her and I. After that, I heard Cas' feet shuffle and him embrace all of us at once. 

   "Babe, I was so fucking worried. A-are you okay? Did you get hurt while you were gone?" I panicked, looking at her arms and face. She chuckled, grabbing my hands from her face.

   "Dean, I'm okay. I promise, I'm fine," she said, smiling. I missed all of her. Her voice, her eyes, her smile, her hands in mine, everything. I watched as she walked to our room. She was probably just putting her things back. I followed and I caught her putting things into a suitcase. I watched in horror. 

Your POV

   Dean followed you as you went to pack your things. You needed to go back to that town. You needed to stay in an inn and save money for a house. Those beautiful, Victorian houses. 

   "W-what are you doing?" His voice wavered. You looked at him, tears threatening to fall. You gestured for him to come sit on the bed. You told him about the houses, the gazebo, the tiny corner stores, the closeness of the community. You spoke on and on about how you wanted a normal life, specifically in that town. You couldn't give it up. You sniffled as you continued on until he interrupted.

   "(Y/N), we can visit that town whenever you want. It's only about an hour away, and it sounds beautiful," he said, sweetly. You smiled.

   "But, Dean, I want to stay there forever. I love it there and I only spent 2 hours there. Doesn't that say something?" You smiled wider as you attempted to put your clothes in my suitcase. He insisted you stay at the bunker. He kept throwing the clothes that you had put in there on the ground. "Dean. Stop. I want to go. I don't want to be cramped in the bunker anymore."

   You could tell you had broken his heart. All of the brightness in his eyes left. Dean nodded, getting up and walked out the door, slamming it shut. You continued packing your things. Nothing was stopping you from living there, not even your boyfriend. At this point he was probably your ex, but what does it matter? You were an hour away. They could visit you. You put the last t-shirt in the bag, zipping it shut. You  opened the door and made your way to the library. All three boys stared at you, heartbroken. You hugged Sam with every bit of strength you had. Cas took it upon himself to kiss you on the top of the head and wrap his strong arms around you. When you got to Dean, he didn't say a word to you, didn't even look up. You skipped past him and started to walk up the stairs. Before you shut the door, you watched their tear-streaked faces. You shut it, taking a deep breath and going to your bike. Your life was finally going to start and you were more than excited.