Dean P.O.V
I pull up in front of Bobby's house and turn my car off. I run my hands over my face and lay my head on the steering wheel, sighing heavily. I miss her already and it hasn't even been a whole day. This is going to be horrible. I get out and walk up to Bobby's door. He opens it and his face falls slightly when he sees me.
"Hey Dean. How are you?" He asks.
"Rough." I say and walk in.
He quickly hands me a beer and I lean on the counter.
"Does she know yet?" He asks.
"She has to by now. I talked to Sam and Cass about how to deal with it. I just hope she's okay." I say.
"Dean are you kidding?" He says.
"What?" I say, taken off guard.
"Of course she's not okay. You walked out on her without even telling her goodbye." He says.
"I left her a note. I said goodbye." I say, gripping my bottle tighter.
"Yeah on paper. You didn't tell her to her face." Bobby says.
"It was for the best." I say, clenching my jaw.
"I don't doubt that but she isn't just going to be okay. I don't believe she will ever be okay." He says.
I stay quiet, knowing that he is right.
Your P.O.V
You race down the highway, feeling as if you're not driving fast enough. You are still a couple hours out of Sioux Falls and you're itching to get there. You think of what you're going to say when you find him. You want to yell at him, cry, scream but most of all you just want to feel his lips on yours. You fight back your tears when you think of him. You turn on the radio to try and drown out your thoughts. Guns N' Roses flows through the speakers and your heart twinges, they were one of Dean's favorite bands and you would always listen to their albums in the car. You think of your drives with him, singing along to the music with him, laughing and feeling the breeze flow through your hair from the open windows. You remember the feeling of Dean's hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing circles into it as he looks over at you lovingly. You don't even notice that you're crying until tears hit your legs, dampening your jeans. You quickly wipe them from your face and turn off the radio not being able to listen any longer. Your phone rings and Sam's name flashes across the screen.
"Hey." You say answering.
"Hey how's the drive?" He asks.
"Long. It can't go fast enough." You say.
"Cass told me Dean is still at Bobby's so I think you'll be able to get there on time." He says.
"Thank you. I know that this is hard and that you're going against what Dean asked of you so I really really appreciate this Sammy." You say.
"Of course. You're family Y/N and I know that Dean was at his happiest when he was with you. He needs you. Your the love of my brothers life and I'm not just going to let him walk away from it." He says.
"Thank you Sam." You say.
"Keep me updated. Be safe." He says.
"I will." You say and hang up.
You grip the steering wheel tighter and speed up. You know Dean would never approve of you driving like this but you can't help yourself. You have to get to him, quickly.
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A couple of hours later you're stopped at a gas station, filling up your car. You're now in Sioux Falls, a couple of minutes away from Bobby's. You're antsy and are trying to fill up the car as fast as you can. Suddenly you see Bobby's old, rusted Chevy pull into the parking lot of the gas station. He gets out of the car and you rush over to him.
"Bobby!" You shout.
He turns around and a look of surprise covers his face.
"Uh Y/N--what are you doing here?" He says.
Should you tell him?
"Um just passing through. On a case." You say.
It's no use, he can see right through you.
"You're here for Dean." He says.
You close your eyes and grimace.
"Where is he?" You say.
"Y/N I can't. I promised him." He says.
"Bobby is he at your place? Please I just need to talk to him." You say.
"Y/N--" He begins to say but you cut him off.
"Please Bobby. I just need to see him. I need to get him back." You say, your voice wavering.
Bobby takes a deep breath.
"He's at my place. He's about to head out so if I were you, I would get going." He says.
You wrap your arms around him.
"Thank you." You whisper.
"Of course. Don't tell him it was me who gave him up, he'll have my hide." He says and pats you on the back.
You run back to your car, putting the gas pump back and peel off down the road. Your knuckles are white, you're gripping the steering wheel so hard and you're definitely going over the speed limit. You could care less. You have to see him.
Dean's P.O.V
I throw away my beer bottle and head outside. I need to get going and not stay in one place for too long. I'm trying to make it to Minneapolis by tomorrow to rest up before I go anywhere else. I get to my car and climb in, wanting nothing more than to see her sitting in the passengers seat next to me. I look at Bobby's house one more time before I leave, memories flooding back. I'm leaving everything behind. Everything and everybody that I ever knew.
"For the best." I mumble to myself as I pull away.
Right before I pull onto the road, a car cuts me off, screeching to a stop in front of me.
"Son of a bitch!" I shout, slamming on the breaks.
The car door opens and I can't believe my eyes. It's her.
"No." I say in disbelief.
She rushes over and opens my door.
"Get out." She says, breathless.
I climb out slowly and she jumps into my arms, squeezing me. Relief washes over me and I pull her closer to me. She wasn't supposed to find me, but I've never been happier that she has. The smell of her shampoo and perfume immediately relaxes me.
"How?" I whisper, kissing the side of her head.
"Shut up." She says and buries her face into my neck.
I smirk, I missed that. After several minutes she lets go and a tear falls down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb but she punches me in the chest.
"Ow!" I say, stepping back.
"Why! Why did you leave me!" She shouts angrily, more tears falling down her perfect face.
My mouth hangs in shock.
"I woke up and you were gone and I had to read a fucking letter to find out that you left me! You better have a damn good explanation!" She shouts again.
"It was for the best." I say quietly, rubbing the spot where she hit me.
"For the best?! That's bullshit Dean and you know it!" She cries.
"But it isn't. Every single time we went hunting together, I put you in harms way and I couldn't do it anymore. When you got hurt on that last hunt, I knew that could never happen again. The best way for it to stop was for me to leave. I can't even imagine you getting hurt like that again or d--dying..." I say but falter.
"That was one time. I can hold my own on these hunts Dean. You said it yourself and that's why I started going with you and Sam. It makes no sense to me. Everything was perfect." She says, more tears falling down her face.
I want to scoop her up in my arms but I don't want to get hit again. She really has some power.
"Y/N you don't understand. I know that I can't always protect you and that scares the shit out of me. I thought that if I just left, it would be easier for you to deal with it and move on." I say.
"Are you joking? That has to be a fucking joke." She says.
I shake my head and she laughs in disbelief.
"That was the worst thing you could have done. You don't understand how I felt when I read that letter. Dean I thought that you didn't love me anymore and saying that 'it was for the best' was some excuse so you didn't have to tell me and I--I--" She says, breaking down.
My heart shatters and I can't help but take her in my arms again.
"Don't you ever think that. Doing this was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I almost came back." I say.
"Then why didn't you?" She sobs.
"I don't know." I say.
Now that she's here, I don't want to be anywhere else.
Your P.O.V
You sob into Dean's chest while he strokes your hair, kissing your head every once in a while. You're so angry at him but you just want him to hold you. You look up at him, his green eyes making your heart melt.
"Kiss me. Please." You whisper.
Without hesitation, he crashes his soft lips into yours and the world stops. It's just the two of you, your lips moving in sync, his hands tangled in your hair, you gripping onto his leather jacket tightly. You both have to pull away to breathe and he touches his forehead to yours.
"I'm sorry." He whispers.
"Don't you ever leave me again. I'll kill you." You say.
He chuckles lightly and pulls you back into his chest.
"Thank you for coming to find me." He says.
"I knew you wanted me too." You say, laughing lightly.
He kisses your forehead.
"I love you." He says.
"I love you too." You say and he kisses you softly.