Dean Was Right

Request (from robinsgirl): Hiya could I request a Dean one shot where you have a really shitty manipulate,cheating boyfriend and Dean finds you crying in your room and comforts you, and admits he's had feelings for you for a very long time, then convinces you to leave your asshole of a boyfriend please? Thank you 😊 sorry if I worded this badly 

Request (from anon): Can you do one where (reader)'s boyfriend is cheating on her and Dean knows it and Dean always insults him and such until (reader) gets angry at Dean. She storms off and catches her boyfriend and she rushes back to see Dean and apologize and it get super fluffy and Dean admits he has a crush on her

Request (from flashing-supernatural-wholockian): Can you do on earth where dean confesses his love for you?

I decided to take aspects from all of these requests and combine them into one one-shot since the prompt is pretty similar; I hope this is okay!

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: cheating, language

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“Dean, we need to talk about this!” you exclaim, groaning in frustration as you follow Dean around the bunker, trying to get him to talk to you. You’ve recently started to go out with this guy named Emmett, but Dean wasn’t such a big fan of him. Which is fine; everyone is entitled to their own opinions. But once Dean started to call him names, not even caring if Emmett was standing right there, you drew the line. That’s what you were trying to get Dean to talk about now.

“There’s nothing to talk about, (Y/N),” Dean replies simply, opening the fridge and bending over to grab a beer. “That guy is a douche, and I’m just trying to help you realize that.”

“He is not a douche!” The volume of your voice was almost at yelling point, now. What wasn’t Dean understanding that Emmett is an important part of your life? “Why do you even say that?!”

“Because, he’s cheating on you, (Y/N)!” Dean says, growing angry as well.

You slap your hand to your face in exasperation after Dean says this. He’s been saying it for a while, now, but he’s never been able to give you any solid proof. And you’re a skeptical person; you need to see something to believe it. “A hunch” is what he called it, but he’s never been able to prove his little theory.

“You know what?” you sigh, shaking your head. “I’m done trying to reason with you.” And with that, you turn around to walk up the stairs and out of the bunker.

“Where are you going?” Dean calls after you.

“Out,” you reply, not even caring that you sounded like a rebellious teenager by saying it. You slammed the door behind you and got into your car, driving away as quickly as possible.

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You ring the doorbell to Emmett’s house when you get there. You had a key, but you thought it would be more polite to just try ringing first. When he didn’t answer, you started to get confused. That’s funny, you thought to yourself, scrunching up your eyebrows. His car is right here in the driveway...

“Em?” you call out, peeking around to see if you could make out anything through the window. The only thing you were able to see was that all of his lights were on, but he was nowhere to be found. “Are you here?”

This is dumb, you think, chuckling slightly at your stupidity. He’s not going to be able to hear me from out here.

Growing a little concerned, you decide to use your key to let yourself in.

“Em?” you call again once you’re inside. “Where are you?” You hear a bit of shuffling around upstairs, so you decide to call out again. “Emmett? Are you okay? I rang the doorbell but no one came...”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he says, opening his bedroom door and looking down at you. His hair was a little bit messed up and he was only wearing his boxers.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you ask, now feeling a little bit bad for barging in.

“Hm? Oh, uh, yeah, I was just taking a nap, but it’s alright,” he replies quickly, looking back into his bedroom. That’s when you hear a giggle coming from upstairs.

“Do you have someone over?” you ask, starting to head up the stairs.

“No, no one’s here,” Emmett chuckles nervously, trying to block your way to the bedroom. You’re able to peek around him, though, and see a half-naked woman laying on his bed. You look up at him with an expression of anger mixed with sadness. “Please, just let me explain,” he tries, but you don’t let him finish. You give him a good kick where the sun doesn’t shine, and run out of the house, leaving him groaning on the floor in pain. You quickly make your way back to the bunker, trying to drive through all the tears in your eyes.

You dreaded having to hide the fact that you were crying from Sam and Dean, but dreaded even more having to tell Dean that he was right.

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Somehow, you were able to make it back to your room without running into either of the brothers. Your luck wouldn’t stay for long, though, because a few minutes later, your sobs were cut off by a sharp knock on your door.

“(Y/N)?” you hear Dean’s voice call. “Are you okay?”

You sniffle and call out a weak, “Yeah, I’m fine,” trying to hide the fact that you’ve been crying, but obviously it doesn’t work, because Dean slowly opens the door to come in. Closing it softly behind him, he comes over and sits next to you on the bed.

Not even saying a word, he just wraps a strong arm around you, and you lay your head down on his shoulder and let the tears pour out. Dean sits there in silence, rubbing up and down your arm and rocking back and forth a little, just letting you get all of your emotions out. Once you start to calm down and the tears slow, he says, “Now, do you wanna tell me what that was all about?”

“You were right,” you reply simply, sitting up and wiping your eyes.

“Well, I usually am,” he jokes. “But what was I right about this time?”

“Emmett. You were right. He was cheating on me. I caught him with another girl.”

Dean lets out a sigh and you can practically feel the anger radiating off of him. “That son of a bitch,” he says quietly, shaking his head. “Alright, (Y/N), listen to me.” He turns to face you. “You deserve so much better than him. Hell, I don’t even know if there is anyone in the whole damn world who is up to par when it comes to that. But I do know one thing: Emmett was not. That bastard is just a low-life who has nothing better to do than to fuck some girls and fuck with other’s emotions. Alright?”

You nod in response. “Thanks, Dean.”

“No need to thank me, hun,” he replies. “Now, I know that right now might not be the best timing, but I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while.” You nod for him to continue. “I really like you. Like, a lot. And I know that with the life we have, it’s kind of hard to keep a relationship, but I also know that tomorrow is never guaranteed; especially not to us. And I don’t want to have any regrets. So with that being said, I was just wondering if you would give me the opportunity to see if I’m able to meet your expectations in a relationship.”

Laughing a little bit, you give Dean a kiss on the cheek and say, “It would be my pleasure.”

He smiles back at you, and suddenly, all the sadness you were feeling about Emmett fades away, if only for the moment.