Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #45

     Imagine: Being on the phone with Dean and trying to tell him you were leaving but he stops you

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     I packed my bag as I held my phone to my ear.

     "Dean, I can't do this anymore," I sniffled. "You never let me leave the bunker, you never bring me anywhere with you. I mean, do you know how hard that is for me? I never see you, I'm constantly bored. I can't take it not knowing if every time you leave, you won't come back."

     "Y/N, come on, we can work this out," Dean said, and I rolled my eyes. "I just don't want you to get hurt. This life, it's dangerous and bloody, I know that. I don't care if I get hurt. But if something got to you, and I wasn't there, I...I just can't do that, alright? I need you."

     "You need me?" I repeated, zipping my bag. "If you needed me, you wouldn't just leave me around wherever you want. I've never been a good help to you and Sam. It'd be better for all of us if I just left."

     "You can't leave the bunker," He said as I threw my bag over my shoulder. "Y/N, please."

     "Try and stop me," I said.

     I hung up and I slammed my door. I wiped my angry tears away as I made my way down the hall, and I stormed up the steps of the bunker. When I opened the door, surprisingly, there was Dean. Just standing there and expecting me. I looked at him, now sad. He seemed upset too.

     "Y/N, please don't go," Dean said quietly, looking into my eyes.

     My eyes were watering again. I shook my head and looked away. I was so frustrated and tired. Tired of living this way. He grabbed my face with one hand and I looked at him.

     "Hey," He said. "It's ok. It'll be ok."

     I bit my tongue and sniffled as I dropped my bag and he pulled me into his chest. I hid my mouth behind his shoulder as I stared straight ahead and a tear fell down my face. He held his hand on the back of my head.

     "I'm sorry," Dean said.