A/N: Haha, more angst (maybe..). This one is for Dean. I do take requests, so feel free to request something.
You and Dean had been going out for a while, and you enjoyed every moment. After particularly difficult hunts, you two would lie in bed and cuddle until you fell asleep. He'd let you borrow his shirts, and he would always make sure you were at your best. When he'd leave, even to go on a supply run, he'd tell you he loved you. It was quite constant, him telling you he loved you, it was almost like he was afraid to lose you.
Now, you were up in Michigan with Sam and Dean on a hunt, and in hopes of seeing someone he knew, he immediately went to find Lisa. As the hunt progressed, it seemed like he was less focused on the hunt and more focused on Lisa and Ben, but hey, to each their own. See, it wasn't a problem until he stopped answering your calls and he was with Lisa and Ben 24/7. You had chalked it up to the fact that he had missed them, but the fact that Dean may not be over her was a recurring thought in your mind.
You missed him, to say the least, but there was no way you were going to go check on him, hell, you didn't even know where she lived! And you did not want to meet her. It's not like you thought she was a bad person, Dean had always talked so highly of her, but you were quite afraid of what you might find.
Your resolve finally fell a week into the hunt as you drove down the street, scoping out the Impala. You had found it parked outside a nice house, and you quickly got out of the car, running up to the door. To no surprise, Lisa opened it.
"Hi, you must be Lisa, right? Um, is Dean here?" You had asked immediately, and she replied with a slow nod.
"Your Y/N, then, huh?" Lisa asked in return. That confused you. Dean came to the door, standing pretty close to Lisa...
Dean sighed and looked down. "You are not supposed to be here, Y/N."
"Well, um, me and Sam are worried about you. You haven't been answering any of my calls, you haven't been coming back to the motel-"
"Go," Dean ordered in a stern voice, a cold look in his eyes. Was he over you, just like that? You two hadn't even broken up!
You turned around on your heels, got in your car, and drove back to the motel, where you then collapsed on your and Dean's shared bed. Really, it was just yours now. Your heart hurt. Had you lost him, just like that? You hoped not. He didn't come back that night either.