Regret
A/N: I feel kinda bad that this is so depressing…sorry .____.
Summary: Dean says something he doesn’t mean and pain and sadness ensue
Characters: Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Character Death, Regret, Overprotective Dean?, Angst lots of angst, like one swear word
Note: It ain’t my GIF. Also a thank you to @splendidcas for the prompt idea (its in bold)
Never have I felt such remorse. Such Pain. Such…Regret.
*4 Weeks Ago* *Reader POV*
You were fighting…again. It seemed you were always fighting these days. Sam tried his best to keep the peace between you and Dean but even his puppy dog eyes couldn’t stop you two now.
“I just don’t understand how you could be so incredibly stupid!” he screamed in your face his voice echoing around the bunker kitchen. It had been a simple case, and you will admit, you messed up and it gave the spirit a chance to throw you across the room. Other than being a little banged up though, you were fine. Dean on the other hand seemed to have blown a gasket. You had never seen him so upset.
“It was an honest mistake! Even the great Dean Winchester must make mistakes sometimes! Lighten up! You screamed back your voice hitting quite an alarming pitch.
“In our line of work mistakes get people KILLED Y/N! So either get your shit together or get the FUCK OUT!” The volume and harshness of his words sent you back a few steps. Your eyes filled with tears, whether it was from anger or the hurt that the one and only man you had ever truly loved asked you to get out of his life.
“Alright then.” You stated simply and walked out of the kitchen, and moved to the room you and Dean share…used to share. You had gathered your things and turned to the garage to leave when you smacked into Sam. You could see in his eyes that he had heard everything. You embraced the enormous man. “I’ll miss you so much” you whispered.
“Any chance I can convince you to stay?” He asked but you could see in his eyes that he already knew the answer.
“I need some space from him Sammy. You know we just don’t click like we used to. Maybe some distance will help us find our rhythm again.” You gave him a teary eyed smile. “This isn’t goodbye you know I’ll be back. Give me a call, don’t be a stranger.” He gave you a depressed nod and walked past. You stared after for a moment before turning and going to the garage.
There sat your baby. You haven’t driven your car in years… you always rode in Dean’s. You climbed into your old rust bucket and were genuinely surprised that it started up. It was then you realized that tears had been streaming down your cheeks. You pulled out of the garage and gave the bunker door one last look before driving away.
*Three Weeks Later* *3rd Person POV*
Dean was sitting alone. Just him, a glass, and a bottle of whisky. That’s how he always seemed to be nowadays, ever since Y/N left that is. Sam walked in the dining room and let out a heavy sigh. This was news he wasn’t excited about delivering.
“Hey, Dean.” Dean responded with a halfhearted grunt and downed the rest of his current glass before pouring another. Sam reached over and snatched the glass away. “Dude you’re going to want to be sober enough to remember this. It’s about Y/N.” Dean visibly perked up and the idea of actually hearing news about you. You had been refusing to take his calls and Sam seemed to be always talking to you so Sam was Dean’s only connection to you.
“Dean I think Y/N is in trouble. We usually talk every day or at least every other day and I’m starting to get worried.”
“Well how long has it been since you’ve heard from her? Where is she? Have you tried calling?” He shoots off question after question with obvious worry in his eyes.
“Slow down” Sam said with a little impatience “it’s been about 4 days since I last got word and from what I was told Y/N was working on some case in Illinois. A small town called Greenville, said the place was showing signs of a Djinn snatching the locals. I asked them if they wanted help but Y/N said she was fine. And now… nothing.”
“Then let’s go find them” He said rushing off to his room to pack his things hoping he’d be able to get to Y/N in time.
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say” Sam said to himself before going to pack his own stuff.
Finally they found the motel you had been staying at. They had to try three different ones before someone finally recognized your picture. The man at the front desk said he hadn’t seen you in a few days but assumed you were just crashing somewhere else. After they dropped off their stuff in their own room they picked the lock on yours and started looking through your research. After a painful two hours there was a spark of hope.
“Sammy! I think I found Y/N!” He held up the paper like it was a winning lottery ticket. They ran out ad climbed into the car praying they weren’t too late.
Apparently their prayers weren’t answered. They found the Djinn, your information was accurate. But from the way your body looked, how icy cold your skin was, how pale your body was, it was obvious they were far too late. At the sight of your lifeless body Dean crumbled and let out a cry that made Sam’s hair stand on end. It was so full of grief and pain. Sam felt his own tears start to fall. You were their friend, their confidant, their family.
Dean and Sam stood side by side as the roaring flames consumed the sheet that contained your body. Sam stood their remembering some of your last words you said before you left the bunker: “This isn’t goodbye you know I’ll be back”.
“I waited and waited” he whispered “, but you never came back…” He turned and walked back to the bunker giving Dean some alone time with the woman he loved.
Silent tears soaked his cheeks leaving streaks where they fell.
“I wish…I could go back. I want to go back to before when we were happy and in love. I wish I could go back and take back what I said. I never wanted you to leave. I could never want that, and now you’re gone for good. Never have I felt such remorse. Such Pain. Such…Regret.”
