Dean: Fine. But don’t come crying when it’ll be too late for you to apologies.
Dean got out of the room, searching for you, when he saw you, you were taking your stuffs.
Dean: Y/N/N…You shouldn’t go on that hunt alone…
You: Dean, I am not going to hunt a werewolf. It’s a fucking damn nasty son of a bitch vampire! I’ve been a hunter for as long as you. I used to hunt alone, Dean. Nothing I can’t handle.
Dean: I know, I don’t question yourself as a hunter. I’m just worried about you, Y/N. You’re like a sister to me, I can’t lose you, and Sam neither.
You scoffed.
You: Sam only cares about being right. Listen, I’ll message you once in a while, if I need back-up, I’ll call. You just gotta let me go on this hunt.
Dean sighs, he knows that no matter what, you will go on that hunt.
Dean: Fine. I want a message per hour.
You nod. The cab you called arrive. You take your bags and get it.
Sam watched you leave, he will never admit it, but the reason he screamed at you is because he can’t lose you, but he knows it’s a part of the hunting life, no day is guaranteed.
When Dean got back to the motel room, he crossed his arms and looked at his little brother.
Sam: Save it, Dean. I know what you’re going to say and-
Dean: Shut up and listen. Y/N is the best damn thing that ever happened to the both of us. And I am certainly NOT losing this because you’re too damn blind and stupid to see that you love her!
Sam: We have a werewolf to hunt.
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Turned out that it really was a vampire. Dean messaged you to tell you that they were back at the bunker.