AUTHOR NOTE: This was a request from rosieforever_123 and they said it can be a multi-part imagine!
The air in the Impala was thick with tension. Dean kept his eyes locked on the road his jaw clenched. Hands so tight on the steering wheel his knuckles were turning white. You were in the back seat with your arms crossed and looking out the window. Anger clear on your face. Poor Sam just tried his best to ignore it. He knew when you got back to the motel he was gonna have to put earbuds in just so he wouldn't hear you two arguing all the way from your room. Dean pulled into the motel parking lot and you all jumped out. Sam watched as you two stormed off barely even noticing each other. He sighed. He had a bad feeling this argument would turn out bad. Dean hated when you put yourself in danger. You unlocked the door and was half in when Dean slammed the door shut. You stood there and waited. "Why didn't you stay in the Impala like I told you to?" he asked trying to hold his anger in.
"Because I saw a wendigo trying to murder my boyfriend," you answered.
"I had it under control," he turned to face you.
"Dean, it had you by the throat against a tree," you reminded him, "had I not ganked it myself you would be dead,".
"It almost clawed you Y/N!," he said.
"Well it didn't," you pointed out, "and we're both still alive,".
"You were told to stay in the car!" Dean shouted, "why do you always run into hunts and almost get hurt every time!".
"Gee maybe I don't wanna lose my stubborn ass boyfriend to some damn monster!" you shouted back you own anger building.
"I should have never allowed you to come along on hunts," he stated.
"Allowed me?" you asked a little offended, "Dean, I'm grown and you are not my father. I will go and do as I damn well please!".
"I'm you boyfriend Y/N!" he shouted back, "it's my job to make sure you don't get hurt. Stop acting like a bitch!". That's what did it. All you're will to fight left at the harsh name. You stormed out before Dean could say anything else. Dean just stared at the door for a moment before snatching up his keys and heading to a bar. Fifteen minutes later he had already downed about two and a half beers letting the alcohol take away his troubles. He just finished his third beer when someone slid onto the barstool next to him. "Hello," he heard a soft almost flirtation voice say. He looked over and saw a girl about his age with a tight black dress hugging her body just right and long, flowing, red hair in curls. He noticed a small look of lust in her brown eyes, "I'm Natasha," she held out her hand.
"Dean," he greeted shaking it, "can I order you a drink?".
You sat on a bench in front of a small all-night convenient store. The wind making your tear-drenched cheeks cold as you looked through pictures and texts on your phone of and between you and Dean. You knew you overreacted, but he did too. You care just as much about his safety as he does yours. But you knew he was the overprotective type. It was just his nature. You looked back at the store and saw a sign for pies on sale. You smiled and decided to buy one. Maybe you and Dean could make up and share it. It beat sitting on the cold bench for two more hours crying. You walked into the store and looked at the pies they had to offer. You settled for a chocolate pie giggling at the picture in your mind of Dean with chocolate all over his face.
You headed back to the motel which wasn't far. You unlocked the door and froze at what you saw. Your body stiffened and you dropped the pie to the ground staining the already dingy carpet in chocolate pudding and pie crust.
"Y/N shit!" Dean said rolling over off his new bed buddy. Tears brimmed your eyes and quickly left the room closing the door behind you. You ran all the way down the sidewalk of the motel to the very last room and pounding on the door. Sam answered and saw your distressed look.
"Y/N what happened?" he asked as you just collapsed into his arms and cried.
"He cheated Sam," you forced out through sobs into your adopted brother's shoulder. Sam knew his feeling was right.