First Fic; bear with me.
So this is my first fic, it's barely 500 words, but meh, thought I'd give it shot. Tell me if it's shit; in a nice way though....but basically give it a read if you're so inclined and maybe leave a like or drop a comment. :/
It's Dean x Reader.
Summary: Reader hasn't spoken to Dean in a few months after a stupid decision she made. Then, out of the blue, she suddenly hears from him again.
It started with a kiss. One day. One kiss. After that everything changed. And not for the better.
The kiss was a mistake, you both knew it. But what's done is done. You both tried to forget about it, but that effort was in vain. You tried to remember why you ever thought it was a good idea, but to this day, you can't remember.
You had been crushing on Dean for a while then. Since you had moved into the bunker with the brothers actually. And after almost 6 years of living there and you endlessly flirting with Dean, trying to get him to notice you, you decided to just tell him you liked him and you promptly smashed your face into his.
You kissed his lips. They were soft from what you can remember, but he quickly hardened them and pushed you away. He told you he didn't feel the same, and he was sorry. He told you he didn't know where all of this was coming from.
So you told him that you had been flirting with him for what felt like, and what may well have been, years. He said he never noticed and he doesn't think of you that way, and he never has.
So, you ran. You packed up your things and you left. You tried for almost 4 days to get along but you couldn't live with the embarrassment. You said your goodbyes to Sam and left.
Now, almost 3 months later, and no phone calls, no text messages, no hearing from them, Dean's name pops up on your phone.
Sitting at a library in the town you were crashing in for the time being, you looked around at how empty it was and considered answering. But you quickly thought twice and clicked decline and put your phone back in your bag.
Why? Why was he calling you now? He wouldn't be calling you unless it was something important, right? Then you thought about Sam. What if he was in trouble and Dean needed your help? Or worse; what if Dean was in trouble?
Luckily, your phone rang again and you decided to answer it this time. 'Hello?' Your voice sounded shaky, even to you.
'Y/N?' Your heart swelled at the sound his voice.
'Yeah, Dean. It's me.'
'I just wanted to tell you,' you heard him hiccup on the other end. 'You've made my life hell. You screwed me up Y/N.' You could tell he had been drinking at the sound of his voice.
'Dean. What on earth are talking about?'
'I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop dreaming about you. When I'm on hunts, I can't focus because of you. You're killing me.'
Your heart stopped. 'You're drunk, Dean. Go find Sam. Please.'
'No, 's away fucking some chick from,' he hiccuped again, 'the bar. I just miss you. Why'd you leave?'
'Where are you? Dean. Are you driving?' You thought you could hear Baby rev in the background.
'Only back to the motel, 's fine.'
'Dean, pull over right now. I'll come pick you up.'
''S fine, already told you. Going back to the mo...' You thought you heard a crash.
'Dean! Dean! Please talk. Are you okay? Dean, what's happened?'
There was no answer on the other end.
