Dean x Reader: Anxiety
“Remind me, Sam, what are we doing in North Carolina again?” Dean asked, sliding into one of the chairs sitting around the motel room table.
Sam took a deep breath. “Well, there have been some ‘strange happenings’ in the past few days, according to the locals.” he looked up from his newspaper and passed it over to Dean.
“Strange happenings?” Dean started scanning the paper for anything that might suggest something supernatural.
“Um, yeah. There have been about five murders under some questionable circumstances.” Sam said, pointing to an article at the bottom of the page.
“Huh. Something in our territory you think?” Dean furrowed his brow and began to read the article.
Sam nodded. “Here.” he pointed at a certain part in the article. “It talks about how the girls were killed.”
After Dean read the paragraph, he looked up and said. “Yep. Definitely sounds like a ritual sacrifice. (Y/N), what do you think?” he passed the newspaper over to his girlfriend, (Y/N) (L/N), who was sitting next to him.
(Y/N) just shrugged. “I don’t really know. I mean, from what I’ve heard, it sounds like one, but you guys are the experts.” she said in a timid voice.
“Alright then! It’s settled. So, how do you propose we find out what this thing is and how to kill it?” Dean rubbed his hands together and stood up.
The Winchester brothers got up from the table and began walking towards the door.
“Hey, babe, you coming?” Dean turned around to face (Y/N), his hand motioning for her to join them.
“N-no, I’d rather stay here for now.” (Y/N) said, looking down in hopes of averting eye contact. Sam and Dean exchanged worried glances.
“(Y/N)?” Sam asked. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She nodded in response but didn’t say a word.
Dean went over to her chair, knelt down and rested a hand on her shoulder. “(N/N)? Talk to me. What’s going on?”
She pushed his hand off of her shoulder and started towards her and Dean’s room. “I-I’m sorry, but I have to… I have to go now.” and with that, she ran into the bedroom and slammed the door.
(Y/N) stumbled over to the bed, tears streaming down her bright red cheeks. She clamped her hand over her mouth as a loud sob escaped her lips. More and more tears began to flow, her cries rippling down her body. Bringing her legs up to her chest, she lay her forehead on her arms.
Dean rushed into the room, looking extremely worried. As soon as he spotted (Y/N) on the bed, he jogged over and sat down next to her.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her into a hug. They stayed like that for a few seconds until Dean broke the silence. “Seriously, (Y/N), what’s going on?” he questioned.
“I’m-I’m f-fine.” (Y/N) managed to choke out.
Dean rolled his eyes and stood up. He crossed his arms and said. “Cut the crap, (Y/N). You’ve been acting off all week and now I find you in here a complete sobbing mess, and now you're trying to tell me that there's nothing wrong?!”
This only made her cry harder. “D-dean, I’m o-okay, really. There-there’s no need to w-worry about me. I-I’m not w-worth the t-trouble.”
“Bull.” he said simply. Dean kneeled down on the floor and took her hands into his own. “Did someone do this to you. ‘Cause if they did, I swear I’ll kick their a…” he cut himself off when (Y/N) lifted her head up to reveal her mascara-streaked face.
Just the sight of her looking so miserable was enough to make him.
“Who is it?” Dean asked coldly, rage seeping into his voice.
“I can’t.” (Y/N) turned her head away.
“Tell. Me.” he let out a deep growl like sound. “(Y/N)! Tell me who did this to you!” Dean shouted at her, his anger overtaking him for a moment.
“You!” (Y/N) yelled. Dean looked taken aback.
“It’s you.” she repeated, this time, speaking more quietly.
“Me?” he asked in shock. (Y/N) nodded. “What did I do? Cause, (Y/N), I will do anything, and I mean that, to make it up to you.”
(Y/N) sighed in exasperation. "This is ridiculous. I mean, I'm being so stupid!" she stood up and threw her arms in the air.
"You're not capable of being stupid. You're too damn smart for that." he assured her. Getting up as well, he walked swiftly over to her and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to face him.
"No! You don't get it!" she yelled at him, tears still silently flowing from her eyes.
"Yeah, you're right!" Dean retorted. "I don't know what the hell is going on with you, and I don't know how I can fix it!" he took a second to calm down before speaking again. "Look, we've been friends for five years, and been dating for two. I really care about you and I hate seeing you like this." he looked into her eyes and used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear.
"Are you on drugs or something?" (Y/N) asked with a small giggle.
Dean cocked his head to the side. "What?"
"I was under the impression that you weren't one for the sappy stuff." she said, still giggling.
"Ahh, well..." he trailed off, one of his hands rubbing his neck guiltily. "I think you are just so amazing that I can't help acting out of character when I'm around you." he leaned down and planted a small kiss on her lips.
"Now," Dean started, brushing a hair from face. "What's going on with you?"
(Y/N) gave a sharp intake of breath. "I'm worried about you. And I know I shouldn't be because you can totally handle yourself. But I can't help but think what if you get captured or killed on a hunt, and what will I do without you?" she started to cry again. "You and Sam are like family to me. Both of you have taken care of me since that day, and I can't help but worry about losing you. What you do is dangerous, and your lives are on the line constantly. I know that you are doing the right thing by fighting them, but I don't want to lose you. Ever."
She buried her face in his chest and his arms pulled themselves around her shaking form.
"You aren't going to lose me, I promise. I love you too damn much to do that to you." he whispered into her hair.
"Thank you." she muttered.
He sighed and pulled back slightly, just enough to see her face. "God, you're beautiful," Dean said.
(Y/N) blushed a little bit when he said this.
Dean looked around the room nervously, his eyes darting back and forth as if he was trying to find the words to say something important.
"Sit down," he said finally, gesturing towards the bed. (Y/N) did as she was told and lowered herself down onto the mattress.
He clasped her hands firmly in his own and looked at her lovingly and said. "(Y/N), since the day we first met, I've fallen deeply in love with everything about you. From the way your eyes twinkle when you laugh, to how you love every person equally, no matter what their past holds. You are so kind and funny and I don't deserve to be with such an amazing woman as you. Despite all my flaws and anger issues, you have cared for me and been there for me whenever I needed it. I was going to ask you this with some huge, romantic gesture, but I can't wait any longer."
Tears of joy brimmed in her (E/C) eyes as she listened intently to every word he was saying.
Dean knelt down on one knee and pulled a small leather box out of his pocket. "(Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?"
"Of course you idiot!" she laughed and pulled him in for a kiss.
(Y/N) stood up straight and clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh my god, I'm getting married!" she half screamed in excitement.
"Yes, you definitely are. And, this way, you will never have to worry about losing me." Dean smiled.
"Well, it's about time." Sam walked into the room. "I never knew you had it in you, Dean." he laughed and flourished the video camera in his hand.
"Sam!!!" Dean yelled angrily. The two of them started chasing each other around the motel room, Sam running away from a very angry Dean.
"Oh, and congratulations, (Y/N)." Sam said, poking his head in the room for a split second.
"Thanks, and I'd keep running if I were you." (Y/N) advised, but Dean had already tackled his brother to the floor.
