Supernatural Imagines for The Soul

Walking Away

Dean and I were sitting around the bunker just talking while Sam went to go get some groceries.

"Hey [Y/N], what do you think of Jo?" he asks out of the blue. I was caught off guard and almost fell off my chair. I sat up straighter and cleared my throat, trying to get rid of any sign of jealousy in my tone,

"She's a nice girl. Why do you ask?"

"I've just been thinking about her lately and..."

I just had to rub the fucking salt into my own wound,

"Ooooh, does someone have a crush on Jo?" He started blushing to the point he was as red as a tomato.

Dean fucking Winchester was blushing. Over a girl. And it wasn't me. Don't get me wrong, I was happy for him. His happiness is my happiness. Thats the painful thing about loving Dean Winchester, or anyone for a fact, is that you can't bear to see him upset. So what if his happiness doesn't involve me? Its not the end of the world.

"Dudee you definitely like Jo! You should totally ask her out." I just keeping digging the hole deeper and deeper. Why I pushed him to Jo and not toward me? I still don't know why I did it. Dean went quiet for awhile. He then looked at me with pursed lips,

"I think I will but I don't have the balls, [Y/N]."

Suppressing the jealousy, I gave him a gentle smile and placed my hand over his,

"You're Dean Winchester, of course you have balls! All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage. Just 20 seconds is enough and you can accomplish anything." I recite one of my favourite quotes. He gives me a cheeky smile before full on laughing at me,

"Oh, [Nickname]. Your extentsive memory for the most random quotes never fails to amuse me."

Getting impaitent, I cut to the chase. So that I could know for sure.

"Are you gonna ask her out?"

"Yeah I think I will. The 20 seconds thing doesn't just apply to me, you should sing the song you wrote to that mystery boy you wrote it for." he stands up and heads to the kitchen to grab the keys to the Impala. The song he was talking about was a stupid little song I wrote for him when I was bored a few weeks ago but of course now I could definitely not sing it to him.

He was really going to do it, he was going to ask Jo Harvelle and completely break my heart. The worse part is that he wouldn't even know he would be doing just that.

"Nah, I'll pass." I shrugged off his advice. He quirked an eyebrow at me,

"Why not?"

"Boyfriends are overrated. Books are for life. Besides I think he fancies someone else, oh well its not like its the end of the world." With each word I forced out, it was a painful jab to my heart. I could hear my own heart silently breaking.

"Are you okay, [Y/N]?" he sounded concerned. I numbly nodded my head.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Now you go and ask that girl out." I give him a wink and leaned against the door frame as he walked out to the Impala. Finally the waterworks that I had been holding back started. I was the type of person who didn't full on cry, just heavy, wet tears rolled down my face rapidly and excessively as the Impala drove further and further away.

I just collasped to the ground and finally broke down.

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First, Hooray for 9.2K reads!

Second, that was intense. And just had happened between my crush and I. So I needed to let that out. Now that I have cried whilst writing, I feel much better and I shall now sleep before I decide to jump off a building or something along the lines of that.