Can never forgive them for getting rid of Dean’s jewelry </3

dean winchester

Dean watched the clock on his nightstand – 3 AM. He grabbed his phone, dangerously buzzing towards the end of his nightstand. Y/N – he read the name flashing on the screen and got up quickly before waking Lisa up. Dean walked out of the room, through the corridor, and down the stairs towards the kitchen, and only when he was in the secure of the four white walls he dared to answer. “Hello?” He could hear her breathing on the other side of the phone, so he waited a few seconds for an answer before trying again. “Y/N, you there?” “Y-yeah, just –” she paused “– give me a minute,” she said, and Dean could hear her trying to open the door and, a few moments later, the keys falling out of her hands, hitting the floor. “Shit!” “You good?” he asked, hearing her take a long sigh, followed by the noise of something slipping. She probably had just given up and followed the keys on the floor if he knew her right. “Maybe I’m too drunk, and I’m not doing this the right way –” Y/N admitted. “Do you need me to call you someone?” He tried. “Charlie, maybe?” “No, wait, let me finish.” She slurred a bit, waiting for the corridor of the condo to stop spinning. “I just wanted to tell you I’m so happy that you’re happy with her,” Y/N said seriously before a giggle escaped her lips. “Wait, no, that’s a lie.” “I think you’re too drunk to have this conversation.” “I have to tell you someday.” “Tell me what?” “The way I’m feeling.” “Y/N –” Dean warned her, but she ignored him and started talking, too afraid to lose the courage that was flooding her veins. “I can still feel you, you know. You’re everywhere.” She whispered, not knowing if she was admitting those things to him or finally acknowledging the ugly truth. “I can taste your lips –” she said and mindlessly graced her mouth “– hear your voice in my head, and I know –” her voice wavered. “I know that I should shut my mouth and just hung up the phone –” she furiously brushed away the tears that fell on her cheeks “– but I still want you.” Dean closed his eyes and tightened his jaw at her words, her muffled cries on the other side not helping his heart. What was he supposed to answer to that? After everything they went through? Especially after everything they went through. Y/N wasn’t stupid, and even in her drunken state, she knew him enough not to expect much from Dean, especially when put on the spot like she had just done, but she couldn’t keep it to herself anymore. Not when looking at them together was hurting her that much. “I just thought you should know.” She whispered, even though she knew he didn’t owe her anything, not anymore. Dean sighed at her words and, for a split second while standing in the kitchen at 3 AM with her wavering voice in his ear and his heart biting a mile a minute, he had almost caved. He had almost let the words he had pushed away in the deep of his soul slip from his grith until he heard it. Small and dragged steps getting closer and closer, so he did the only reasonable thing to do. He closed the call. “Babe, everything okay?” Lisa came into the kitchen with her eyes still puffy from the sleep. Dean forced a smile on his face before walking towards her and kissing her forehead. “Yeah, I just needed a glass of water.” He answered her, swallowing down the regret.

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Oh this was so heartbreaking... what happend between them? Why is Dean with Lisa again? Now I wanna now so much more. 🥺

Regarding your questions, we can't always have all the answers, and that's for the best sometimes. 😉🤗

Dean watched the clock on his nightstand – 3 AM. He grabbed his phone, dangerously buzzing towards the end of his nightstand. Y/N – he read the name flashing on the screen and got up quickly before waking Lisa up. Dean walked out of the room, through the corridor, and down the stairs towards the kitchen, and only when he was in the secure of the four white walls he dared to answer. “Hello?” He could hear her breathing on the other side of the phone, so he waited a few seconds for an answer before trying again. “Y/N, you there?” “Y-yeah, just –” she paused “– give me a minute,” she said, and Dean could hear her trying to open the door and, a few moments later, the keys falling out of her hands, hitting the floor. “Shit!” “You good?” he asked, hearing her take a long sigh, followed by the noise of something slipping. She probably had just given up and followed the keys on the floor if he knew her right. “Maybe I’m too drunk, and I’m not doing this the right way –” Y/N admitted. “Do you need me to call you someone?” He tried. “Charlie, maybe?” “No, wait, let me finish.” She slurred a bit, waiting for the corridor of the condo to stop spinning. “I just wanted to tell you I’m so happy that you’re happy with her,” Y/N said seriously before a giggle escaped her lips. “Wait, no, that’s a lie.” “I think you’re too drunk to have this conversation.” “I have to tell you someday.” “Tell me what?” “The way I’m feeling.” “Y/N –” Dean warned her, but she ignored him and started talking, too afraid to lose the courage that was flooding her veins. “I can still feel you, you know. You’re everywhere.” She whispered, not knowing if she was admitting those things to him or finally acknowledging the ugly truth. “I can taste your lips –” she said and mindlessly graced her mouth “– hear your voice in my head, and I know –” her voice wavered. “I know that I should shut my mouth and just hung up the phone –” she furiously brushed away the tears that fell on her cheeks “– but I still want you.” Dean closed his eyes and tightened his jaw at her words, her muffled cries on the other side not helping his heart. What was he supposed to answer to that? After everything they went through? Especially after everything they went through. Y/N wasn’t stupid, and even in her drunken state, she knew him enough not to expect much from Dean, especially when put on the spot like she had just done, but she couldn’t keep it to herself anymore. Not when looking at them together was hurting her that much. “I just thought you should know.” She whispered, even though she knew he didn’t owe her anything, not anymore. Dean sighed at her words and, for a split second while standing in the kitchen at 3 AM with her wavering voice in his ear and his heart biting a mile a minute, he had almost caved. He had almost let the words he had pushed away in the deep of his soul slip from his grith until he heard it. Small and dragged steps getting closer and closer, so he did the only reasonable thing to do. He closed the call. “Babe, everything okay?” Lisa came into the kitchen with her eyes still puffy from the sleep. Dean forced a smile on his face before walking towards her and kissing her forehead. “Yeah, I just needed a glass of water.” He answered her, swallowing down the regret.

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