Dean Winchester X Reader - Mating Season (part 4)

Silence and anger simmered in the air, ready to break and snap at any moment.  You refused to look at Dean, and he refused to look at you.  Sam was stuck in the middle, nervously glancing at Dean, who was jabbing away at the computer, and at you, who was angrily slaving over the stove, waiting for someone to strike first.

He wasn’t entirely sure what had happen. The two of you had come back to the room just as Gabriel left, screaming and shouting at each other. Before Sam could ask what was wrong you threw an insult at Dean, causing the both of you to fall silent.

You had sent glares at each other for a little while, but now-now you wouldn’t even acknowledge each other, and Sam had no idea what to do.  

Finally you moved, slamming down a pot of pasta on the table Sam was working at. “Dinner’s done.”

Dean lumbered over at the call of food, but even as the two of you sat at opposite ends of the table, you still refused to met each other’s eyes.

Sam sighed. This was going to be a long night.

oOo

Sam had been wrong. It had been a long week. At least you had started talking again, he supposed.

Six people had gone missing in that span of 7 days, once each night, and the three of you had narrowed it down to a shape shifter (as you had found bits of skin at the beach the victims had gone missing), but Sam still felt that something was off.  Not that it really mattered anyway.

He was still trying to squeeze the story out of you and Dean, but you wouldn’t let it slip.  Sure, he got little hints here and there, but the two of you still hadn’t moved on from icy tones and clipped sentences.

And honestly, it was driving Sam nuts.

The only thing he had been able to piece together was that Dean didn’t want you to work on the offence anymore because he was worried that you would get yourself hurt or killed, which is why you now stayed at the motel room with Castiel most of the time, working on the fairy problem. And while Sam did share in Dean’s worries, he also knew that you could defend yourself fairly well, and knew you worked better on offence.

But no matter how much of a sweet talker he was, he just couldn’t make you two see reason.

And now here you were, watching Dean with distaste as he suited up. He and Sam were going out to scout the beach tonight, leaving you behind, as usual.

“You ready Sammy?” Dean asked, sliding the last knife into his boot.

Sam just shook his head. “Why don’t you take (Name)?”

The words didn’t quite have the desired effect. Both you and Dean stiffened, and when your eyes finally met for the first time in weeks Sam knew he was in trouble.

“He doesn’t want me,” You spoke quietly, looking back down at the table. “I can’t handle my self, after all.”

Dean seemed to snap. “That’s not what I-“

“That’s exactly what you said!” you shouted. “You don’t think I can handle my self, so you want me to stay locked up in side, like the good wife you wanted!”

“You think I wanted this?!” Dean took a step towards you just as you stood. “You think I had a choice?!”

“Of coarse you had a choice!” you moved so you were now standing right in front of Dean. “I was the one who got dragged into this! I was the once who didn’t have choice!”  

“You could have left at anytime!” Dean retorted.

“I was trying to help you!”

“You’ve done nothing but make things harder!” Dean shouted. “I should have just let you get killed!”

An eerie silence fell over the room as your eyes turned to an icy glare. You then spoke softly, but it seemed to boom throughout the room in a deadly way. “Maybe you should have.”

And then before anyone could stop you, you stormed out, slamming the door with a loud crack.  Sam stared at the door for a long time before rounding back on his brother, who had stalked over to the couch.

“What. Happened?”

“She’s an idiot, that’s what.” Dean grumbled.

Sam though, was so done with this bullshit that he couldn’t help slamming his hand down on the table, probably giving himself a new bruise. “God damn it Dean!” He shouted, startling his brother. “What the fuck happened?!”

“I-“ Sam’s glare intensified. “We were out interviewing, and we ran into…into whatever the hell it is we’re hunting.”

So Dean wasn’t fully on board with the shape shifter idea either.

“It-she came so close to-I over reacted, I know, but she could have died Sammy.” Dean looked like a kicked puppy at this point, and Sam finally got it. Alex had started to tie the strings, and you and Dean was falling fast and hard.

“She can handle herself, you know that, right?” Sam asked, considerably calmer.

“I know but-“ Dean groaned, throwing his head back. “What do I do…?”

Sam sat in silence for a while. He had known you long enough to have you mostly figured out, but you were stubborn and brash, and a lot of the time Sam didn’t know how to handle you. “…just, give her time to calm down first.” He finally said. “Let her work on her own terms.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Sam, now that he had this thing figured out, moved back over to his laptop. He wanted to do more research, because this case would not stop nagging at the back of his mind.  

After a few clicks on pages and links, he found what he had been looking for.

“…Dean?” He said quietly, eyes widening as he scrolled down the page. He had heard of these things, but he never would have thought-

“What is it?” the eldest Winchester got off the couch and ventured over to Sam, leaning over his shoulder to read the article.

“…It’s a Selkie.”

oOo

You had found yourself at the beach, walking up and down the shore as you tried to control your rage.

It didn’t work out that well.

“God damn it!” you shouted, feeling a few hot tears slid down your cheek. It hurt, it fucking hurt that Dean didn’t trust you, and you had no idea why. “You stupid son of a bitch!”

You stormed on the sandy beach for a while before going back up to the streets, slumping down on a park bench. You brought your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly as you tried to stop the tears from flowing. It wasn’t working, and you finally gave up, instead trying to stop the biting cold from freezing you.

In your rage you had forgotten to grab a coat, and you were sorely regretting that choice.

“You look a little cold.”

You looked up, half expecting it to be Dean. Instead you found yourself face to face with a very handsome stranger.

“I’m fine.” You grumbled, turning away. You didn’t feel like talking, but he didn’t seem to get the message.

“You don’t look fine.” He said, sliding into the bench next to you. “Why don’t you come back to my place? I can make you feel a lot better.”

That brought you out of your funk, and you quickly stood, getting as far away from him as possible. “What the hell is-?!”

“(Name)!”

“Sam?”

You turned back to the bench when your heard a hiss of anger, but the man was gone.

“(Name)!” Sam rushed up to you, panting as he tried to regain his breath. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“I-I’m fine.” You said, letting him fret over you. “I-where’s Dean?”

“Right here.” Sam moved to let Dean look at you. But he only gave you a quick glance over before giving you his coat. “Let’s go back.”

You wrapped the warm coat around you gratefully, but before you could thank him Dean was already way ahead.

You glanced at Sam, who looked frustrated, but when he noticed you he put on a smile. “Just give him time.”

You could only nod.