TFW x Reader

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If had been several days since you had left your room for more than a few minutes at a time. You never really felt up to doing anything more than using the bathroom or getting some food, and even those things felt like a huge effort.
You just couldn't stop thinking about /him/. How much you had cared for him, how much he had meant to you, how lost you felt without him.
He had dissapeared with basically no explanation whatsoever. And it was over text message. The standard "no, it's not your fault," and "I think we need time apart". What made this all the more crushing is that you had thought that everything had been fine the day before.
Now it just felt like a huge piece of you was missing. Your mind found reasons to blame yourself despite his reassurance that it wasnt you. Had you not tried enough? Maybe he had gotten bored with you. Was there something wrong with you?
Your train of thought would always stop there, it was too hard to think about.
Cas and the boys noticed your distress from day one, but wanted to give you some space, so you didn't feel crowded or forced to spill feelings you didn't want to. It was killing all of them to not see you up and smiling.
It was Dean who finally broke.
"Guys, we gotta talk to her. I can't take this."
"What if she doesn't want to talk?" Cas asked.
"Well, at least she knows we're thinking about her. Not just abandoning her to whatever shit is going down."
"Okay, you have a good point," Sam said, happy that they were going to talk to you. "We should bring her something though, to take her mind off whatever's bothering her."
"Chocolate," Dean automatically said. "Best remedy for feeling like crap. Well, besides booze, but let's avoid that if we can."
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. We just have to go get some."
"I believe I can help with that," Cas replied. "What kind of chocolate would be best for this situation?"
"Any and all," Dean quickly supplied. "Pretty much any candy that is chocolate should do the trick."
"Okay, I'll be right back." Cas dissapeared.
After a few moment of silence, Sam spoke up.
"Dean, I'm really worried about y/n. What if something is seriously wrong?"
Dean half shrugged. "I'm worried too, but y/n's a tough kid. There's not much that would keep her down. And if it is something serious, we'll kick it in the ass like we always do."
Sam nodded, but the worried look was still there.
Cas poofed back into the room, his arms laden with plastic shopping bags that were all carrying chocolate.
"Will this suffice?"
"Geez, Cas, did you rob the Easter bunny or something?"
Cas squinted his eyes slightly. "I do not understand why a rabbit of Easter would possess chocolate."
Dean half rolled his eyes. "It's just a joke. But yeah, that should be plenty of chocolate."
Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Well, there's no time like the present. Let's go."
They all started making their way to your room. The rustle of plastic bags was the only noise in the hallway.
Finally, they stopped in front of your door.
"Well, go ahead," Sam whispered to Dean.
"What?"
"Knock."
"What? Why me?"
"It was your idea to come talk to her."
"But you agreed! Besides, you're the more sentimental one."
"I'll knock if you two are too afraid to." Cas said, interrupting their whispered argument.
"We're not afraid," Dean quickly said.
"Then knock."
Dean let out a small huff before raising his fist and knocking lightly on your door.
((Back to your POV))
You could hear a few light taps on your door and rolled to your side to try to avoid it.
"Y/n, can we come in?" Dean called, keeping his voice light as if a loud sound would somehow make you shatter.
You covered your face with your hands, wishing they would go away.
Your door opened with a click.
You could hear Sam, Dean and Cas' shuffling footsteps as they came in.
A weight made your bed dip.
"Hey, sweetheart, how's it going?" Dean asked as he rubbed a comforting hand down your arm.
You shrugged as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You hated crying in front of people, it made you feel weak.
"Y/n what's going on?" Sam asked as he knelt down on the floor at the head on your bed.
You shrugged again as a tear slipped down your cheek. Dean quickly wiped it away.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it yet, but we can try to help if you want," Sam said.
"Or we can kick someone's ass if you want us to," Dean supplied.
You couldn't stop a grin from coming to your face.
"There's that smile," Dean said with a smile of his own. "Haven't seen that in forever."
You rubbed your eyes before getting up into a sitting position. You took a deep breath in.
"Y/e/n broke up with me." Hearing the words come from your own mouth made it feel even more real and your bottom lip quivered.
"Aw, y/n, I'm so sorry," Sam said as he climbed up onto your bed and wrapped his arms around you.
You leaned into his embrace and let yourself cry. Dean quickly joined the hug and motioned for Cas to do the same. Cas quickly extracted himself from the mess of bags on his arms and (somewhat awkwardly) joined in the hug.
You sniffled as you tried to stop crying. "I don't know what happened. He just texted out of the blue."
"He won't know what happened either when I punch his lights out," Dean growled.
You laughed slightly. "I'll help." You gently extracted yourself from the hug and rubbed your eyes. "Thanks, guys. It means a lot."
"Oh, we're not done yet. We have to make you forget about this worthless asshole," Dean announced.
You laughed again. "How? Are we going to have a slumber party and braid each other's hair while we eat a bunch of chocolate?"
"Well, yes to the chocolate, but I was actually thinking about doing something else." Dean ignored the questioning looks from Sam and Cas. "Get changed and we'll get going."
"Guys, I don't really want-"
"Just trust me on this. It will make you forget all about this guy," Dean said as he pulled Sam and Cas from the room.
Just as he was about to shut the door, he peeked his head back in. "And make sure to wear thick clothes."
The door clicked shut.
From beyond the door, you could still hear their voices.
Cas was the first to speak up. "Dean, what do you have in mind to cheer y/n up?"
"Yeah," Sam interjected. "What are you thinking?"
"Let's just say, it's something that might work a little better than chocolate."
"Yeah, cause that narrows it down," Sam grumbled as they started walking away from your door.
"Don't be a bitch."
"Don't be a jerk."
You smiled as their banter became more distant. When it got quiet again, you let out a sigh and flopped back onto your bed. You felt as if interacting with those three had sapped any engery you had. The seemingly gaping hole in your heart was back now that there were no other distractions.
"Come on, y/n," you mumbled to yourself. "Let's just get this over with, then you can come back and be sad."
You propped yourself up and rolled off your bed, onto your feet. Blood rushed to your head and you quickly clung to a wall to prevent falling. After the room stopped spinning, you stumbled to the bathroom, took a quick shower and got dressed. You were wearing your favorite one of Sam's flannels with a comfy pair of jeans and tennis shoes. You finger combed through your hair without looking in the mirror and went to find the boys.
You quickly found them in the kitchen.
"Nice to see you up and around," Sam said as he pulled you into another hug. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and you couldn't help but smile faintly.
"So, what's the big secret activity?"
Dean exchanged a boyish grin with Sam and Cas before looking back at you.
"Paintball."
They all looked at you expectantly.
You shrugged. "I don't know, guys. I just kind of want to sleep."
"Pleeease?" Dean said.
Sam nodded. "We can go for like an hour and if you're not feeling better, we can come right back here."
You looked at all of their expectant faces and sighed slightly. "Only for an hour?"
They nodded.
"Okay, sure. Let's go."
Sam wrapped a loving arm around your shoulders and you all started toward the garage to get in the impala.
Cas sat in the backseat next to you and offered you the chocolate he had brought.
The car ride was relatively short and you were there before you knew it.
Dean brought the car to a stop in front of an edgy looking building that was covered in paint splatters.
"Well, here we are! Let's go get suited up and kick some paint covered ass!" Dean said as he swung out of the car.
You managed a weak laugh as you followed the guys inside.
Sam and Dean took care of getting all four of you your gear and guns which left Castiel with you.
It was sort of awkwardly silent for a few moments before Cas broke the silence.
"Did the chocolate help?"
You smiled. "Yeah, I think it made me feel a little better."
"But not completely better?"
You sighed. "No, that would've been awesome."
"Well, perhaps I can be of more assistance. What do you need me to do?"
You couldn't help but chuckle. "That's sweet, Cas, but I think I'm kind of on my own with this."
He tilted his head. "But the Winchesters and I are helping."
"Yes, but I have to be the one to get myself completely over this pain."
"No, you don't, I can heal you. What part of you is in pain?" He raised his arm to touch his fingers to your forehead.
You laughed and took a gentle hold of his hand. "It's not a physical pain that can be fixed by an angel, I'm afraid. Though I do appreciate the thought."
He let his arm drop. "Oh." It was quiet again for a moment. "Humans are strange creatures."
"Tell me about it," you sighed.
"Okay, kids, let's get going!" Dean greeted. He dumped a heavy vest and a helmet into your arms which you sloppily slipped into. Sam handed you the paintball gun that looked surprisingly like a real one before handing one to Cas.
"So, are we paintballing each other or...?" You asked as you glanced around at the vacant lobby.
"No, there's another team that got here just before us and we agreed to be a team and go up against them," Sam explained as he got his gear into place. "They've got four like us."
"Even though they'd need twice that many to take us down!" Dean said, his excitement making his voice level rise and attract the attention of the employee behind the desk.
"Okay, well should we go so we don't keep them waiting?" Cas asked. You almost laughed at how awkward he looked in his gear.
"Yeah, let's go," Sam said as he swung an arm around your shoulder and you all walked toward one of the doors leading to the outdoor course.
The group you were facing was standing right outside the door, talking in a small cluster.
"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting but-" Dean started, but quickly stopped as one of the guys turned around. He was easily over 6 foot with tattoo covered muscles bulging from his shirt. His head was shaved and he had a no-nonsense sort of look.
"It's all good. You wanna start to the left and we'll be to the right?"_
Dean nodded with wide eyes that matched yours, Cas' and Sam's.
"Awesome, let's go guys." He led his group, who weren't any less terrifying than he was, away to the right of the course.
"Holy shit. Why did you agree to this?" Sam asked Dean, his voice urgent.
"Well, I didn't know we'd be facing friggin seal team 6! What are we going to do now?"
"We can't back out of the match," Cas said as he balanced the gun in his hand. "We'll just have to face them."
They all looked at you worriedly, but you just shrugged, still not feeling like yourself.
"Okay, we have to have a strategy. We are completely outmatched," Dean plainly stated. "Should we partner up?"
Castiel nodded. "That would be wise. If we can surround them, it will be easier to hit them all without getting hit ourselves."
"Okay, I call having y/n," Sam said as he took a step closer to you.
"Awesome. Cas, you're with me. We'll take the north side and you two take the south."
"Sounds good, see you on the other side."
You separated and began walking to the south side.
"All right!" Sam exclaimed, trying to hype both of you up. "You ready to take out some giants?"
"I guess so."
Sam's excitement faltered at your sad expression. He lifted his mask from obstructing his face.
"Y/n, I'm really sorry y/e/n hurt you. I hope you know that anyone who hurts you even the tiniest bit is absolutely not worth your time. I wish I knew where this guy lived because I would have no objections to breaking this douche's nose." You smiled at his protective tone and wrapped your arms around him in a hug.
"Thank you, Sam. I love you."
He quickly returned your embrace, his height making you feel smaller but safe. "I love you too y/n."
A buzzer sounded through the air signaling the start of the match.
You and Sam quickly let go of each other with your game faces on. Sam moved his mask back into place. You gripped your gun and started forward, making a small distance between you and Sam.
All other thoughts blissfully left your mind as your feet moved quietly and quickly forward.
From a distance ahead, you heard a branch snap followed by light footsteps. You glanced over at Sam to see him following the sound.
You followed after him, your eyes trained on the area in front of you.
There was a flash of movement in front of you before a something whistled past your ear. You instinctively dropped to the ground and let a few paintballs fly in the direction the other had come from.
You heard a satisfying yelp and Sam smacked your hand in a high five. The tagged player put up his hands and he walked off the field. You smiled when you saw that all your shots were direct hits to his chest, arm, and leg.
"1 down, 3 to go," Sam said.
You nodded and continued forward.
There were no sounds at all and the suspense was killing you.
Suddenly, a yell sounded from the other side of the arena that sounded very familiar.
You and Sam both ducked down and watched as Dean walked, visibly pissed, off the field followed by another member of the other team. Both of their vests were splashed with bright color, but Dean had a matching spot on his arm, leg and helmet.
You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your mouth.
Sam smiled, missing how your laugh sounded.
A paintball hit a rock to your left, ruining the moment and splattering the side of your goggles with paint.
You scurried behind a closer rock for cover and waited a few moments before peeking out to the side. A paintball zipped past you, making you duck for cover again.
Adrenaline shot through your veins and your heart hammered in your chest. You counted to 10 before peeking out again. You could just see the exposed edge of someone's elbow and aimed for it.
You were focusing so much on staying on the target that you completely missed the other player who had his barrel trained on you.
A paintball shot from his gun and hit you square in the leg. You growled from the stinging pain and looked down to see the damage. To your surprise, the ball hadn't broken and was laying next to your leg.
You smiled and swung around to aim at your attacker.
He wasn't paying attention as closely as he celebrated his false victory.
Before you hit him, you threw his paintball back to him with a cocky smirk. It rolled to a stop right in front of him. He looked down at it, puzzled before understanding. He quickly tried to train his gun back on you, but you simply let a paintball fly and hit his arm. It splattered satisfyingly.
"Dammit," he murmured as he put his arms up in the air and walked off the field.
Sam gave you a supportive thumbs up which you happily returned.
You peeked around the rock again, but whoever had been there before was either gone or hiding more effectively.
You sighed and moved around to the other side of the boulder you were taking cover behind. You looked up and over it, but still couldn't see anyone.
Sam had started forward again so you decided to stay behind to cover him. Whenever there was any movement, you instantly moved your gun toward it, but it was only the plants moving around in the light breeze. Sam was busy scoping out all the area he could that was still in your line of sight.
After quite a while of silent hunting, Sam turned back to you and shrugged. You motioned for him to come back, but quickly stopped as you saw a large mass moving behind him.
He saw your eyes move and widen and instantly turned back around, blindly shooting all around.
You had lost sight of the guy in the small commotion, but you peered through your scope, looking for the black vest that would give him away.
Your heart was pumping hard and you finally spotted him. You let all your ammo fly in quick succession, hoping for a hit.
Soon, the popping noises of yours and Sam's guns quieted as you both ran out of ammo.
It was completely quiet as you waited to see how well or poorly you had done.
Two arms stuck out of the foliage and the leader of the group who you had met briefly before stepped forward, covered in paint.
"I think you hit me," he laughed, looking down at his colorful clothes.
The same buzzer from before sounded again to signal the end of the match.
Sam ran over to your post and smothered you with a hug.
"Wait, did we win?" You asked, the quick events having confused you.
"Yeah we did!"
Dean joined in the celebratory hug and clapped his hand onto your shoulder. "Good aim, kid!"
"Thanks," you said, beaming at them. "Wait, where's Cas?"
Dean held in a chuckle. "He got hit pretty much as soon as the match started and poofed away."
You laughed, totally being able to imagine that.
The other team approached your huddle which caused you to break away.
"Good game," the leader of the group said as he stuck out his hand. You took it in a firm shake. "Hell of an aim you got there."
"Thanks, you too."
"Thanks. I'd like a rematch sometime though."
You nodded. "Sounds good to me."
"Awesome. Well, see you guys around."
"Yep, see ya." Dean said as he, Sam and you waved them off.
"Should we get out of here too?" You asked, noticing how dark it was getting.
"Yeah, I could really go for some food right now," Dean said, patting his stomach.
"Ditto," Sam agreed.
You all walked back to the front, to return your vests and guns.
"You guys had that other dude in your group right? With the trench coat?"
"Yeah," Dean said as he realized he would have to make an excuse for the missing vest and gun.
"He said to tell you that he'd already turned in his stuff."
You all visibly relaxed.
"Awesome. Thanks, man," Dean said before turning to the door.
The air was still warm as it hit your faces.
"Okay, so what are you thinking food wise, y/n?" Sam asked.
You shrugged. "Whatever works for you guys. I just want to get home."
Dean nodded understandingly. "How about we just have ice cream. I think there's still some in the freezer."
"That sounds perfect."
You hopped into the car and in no time the bunker came into sight. Dean parked baby and led you and Sam inside. Both of the brothers made you sit on the couch so they could get the ice cream. You did so and soon your thoughts were wandering back to your breakup.
You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice Sam and Dean enter. They noticed your sad expression and without saying anything, set the bowls down on the table. The couch dipped down on either side of you.
"Y/n, we're really sorry you have to go through this," Sam said gently.
"Yeah, you're basically our favorite person. You don't deserve this crap." Dean said, anger slightly coloring his voice.
"But it's going to get better," Sam supplied. "Lots of people love you including us and we'll always be here for you. No matter what. You're gonna get through this because you're a fighter. And no boy will ever change that."
"No matter how stupid they are."
You smiled at both of them. "I love you guys."
"We love you too, y/n."
You were buried in another hug that Dean cut short.
"All right, all right. Enough with this chick flick moment. Let's eat some ice cream!" He handed you your bowl and you smiled when you saw that it was your favorite flavor.
"Can we watch a movie?" You asked.
"Way ahead of you." Dean picked up the remote and turned on the monitor. The opening credits for your favorite movie came on which made you hum happily.
As the movie played, all the sadness that had been consuming you began to drift away and you felt yourself start to heal.