Jensen Ackles Imagines

Little Do You Know

I was just kind of messing around with this idea so let me know if I should do more like it. Also this is Dean not Jensen but I hope you like it anyways

Y/N POV: "I am not a child, Dean! I am a grown ass woman and I've been doing this since I was a child! I know what I'm doing just as well as you do!" I shouted at Dean. The last hunt we went on he was so overly protective and acted like I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I was born into this life along with my three younger brothers. We never had a place to call home and definitely never had a normal life. From an extremely younge age I experienced loss and had to learn how to over come the feelings that followed, but Dean already knew this. He knew that there was absolutely no chance I would put anyone's life in danger unless it was mine and I was nowhere close to being in danger.
"You can't just go in guns blazing like you own the God Damn place, Y/N!" He shouted back at me, his voice echoing off the bunker walls. Sam went to speak on my behalf
"She didn't, we all knew it was safe."
"Not now, Sam, this is between the two of us." Dean didn't break the eye contact he had with me and Sam took a step away glancing at Cas and Jack. "Doing shit like that is how you get yourself and others killed, is that really what you want?!"
"Do not talk to me about that, you know damn well I know all about death and you know I'd never risk anything or anyone! You have zero right to treat me-" before you could finish speaking Dean hit the wall with his hand
"Damn it, Y/N, listen to what im saying!" you know he'd never hit you, you know he'd never even raise a hand at you but you couldn't help to revert back to the punching bag of a little girl you used to be and you flinched, not hard but noticeably. You also caught yourself stand up straighter puffing your chest out to him and narrowing your eyes just as you used to do to your father to show you weren't scared of him. After seeing his demeanor change you realized your body language and lowered your chest and head.
"You know what? you're right, I'll do better next time. Okay?" and you turned and walked away too afraid to look at anyone else's reactions. You heard Dean and Sam both call your name but you weren't turning to look at them while you had tears building in your eyes. You went to the bathroom and started running a shower, your mind racing. 'this isn't fair, its been years since you'd been abused in that way. Why am I crying?' 'he had no right to act that way, he knows the life you've had'. 'im just going to get in the shower, have a quick cry, and then go lay down', you thought to yourself. Sometimes you get emotional and it's just what you need to get back to normal. So, you took off your clothes and climbed in the shower and sat on the floor and let it all out. Every bit of sadness and frustration you had bottled up poured out.

Deans POV: I saw the look on Y/Ns face when I hit the wall and it killed me. I've literally died before but seeing her look at me like that was worse than that. I'd never hit her, never in a million years and she knows that. Right? I looked at Sam, "I wasn't going to hit her. it was only the wall, I'd never lay my hands on-"
"I know man," Sam tried to make me feel a little better.
"I'm gonna go talk to her, you guys don't have to sit here anymore, do whatever you were up to before or what you were going to do, I dunno." I said frustrated. I can't believe I'd scare her like I did, more importantly, I'm not even sure why I'm this upset about it. I'm just going to go apologize and it'll all be okay and I'll feel better. I got to the bathroom door and heard the shower so I knocked "Y/N, im coming in okay?" I opened the door with my head down making sure she wasn't standing outside of the shower. "Y/N, im sorry. I'd never-" and thats when I heard it. She was crying. I've never heard her cry. I dont think I've ever seen her cry but here she is sobbing infront of me. She's sobbing and its my fault. I did this. Without thinking I opened the curtain and sat in front of her in the shower fully dressed. She had her arms wrapped around her knees and head barried in her legs. she wouldn't even look at me. "y/n. I'm so sorry. I'd never lay a hand on you. Please believe that." I rubbed my hand on her arm. "Yes I was angry but no matter how angry I am I'd never do that to you. Please look at me." I saw her lift her head and I couldn't tell you what hurt more. The look on her face earlier or the swollen puffy eyes in front of me, knowing this was my fault. I was being over bearing and over protective. Looking back now there was noone in trouble, she was in the right. "I shouldn't have yelled at-"
"Dean, I'm going to tell you something I never told anyone." she wouldn't look at me, "You know my parents died and you know how." I nodded,
"A hunt gone bad, it happens to the best of us sweetheart. Vamps got the jump and there's nothing you could do about it." Theres no way she feels thats her fault...
"I told you my brothers were there too. But that wasn't true. When my parents died my brothers and I were in the motel room they had paid for. We waited the 3 days after they left like they said to and then we had to leave. Before we left I took Greg with me to go find some food for us. Him being second oldest, he'd need to know how to do this if mom and dad weren't coming back. I told Tommy and Mike to lock the door and never open it unless I told them the password since you can't trust anyone. They promised they'd understood. Greg and I were gone no longer than 30 minutes, just long enough to snag some older food from the gas station down the way but when we got back the door was cracked open. The vamps had caught our sent or something and found our room. Greg panicked and hid and I went inside. Tommy and Mike... There was this vamp that stayed behind I guess. Didn't get enough to eat when the others ate because he was still chowing down. I got into our bag our parents had ready for us and killed him but it was too late. I had lost four out of the five family I had. I went and got Greg and we continued on. We went years in the clear picking up small hunts until he got older and could do more. This wasthe only life we knew. looking back we could've gotten out right then and there but I made us stay in it" there was so much I hadn't heard before, so much she had left out and lied about.
"You said they all died together, y/n" I saw her swallow and nod.
"I know what I said. It had been about 10 years or so, Greg was around 16 or 17 I was 19 or 20 and we found this hunt in South Dakota. Supposed to be real easy, in and out. Shit went down, we- I underestimated how easy the case was. I was so certain that we had a simple ghost case. Not a big deal, done a million of em. Well, to this day I'm still not sure what we were hunting, not a clue. but I sent Greg in, told him it was safe. It wasn't. I was walking around the building when I heard his scream. I've never run as fast as I did to get to him. But I was too late, looked like a paper shredder has got to him. If I hadn't just told him to go in, I wouldn't have believe it was him." I swallowed hard listing to all of this. I knew she had it hard but not like this. She was so young when they died? How the hell did she make it so long raising her brother on their own? How has she never told me this before? "I was cocky and so sure of myself, Dean. I killed him. And I swore to myself that day I would never be too sure of anything on a case. I'd never underestimate anything again in this line of work. So for you to tell me I was or had done just that. I didn't. I didn't, Dean. I-" she started crying again. I pulled her into a hug and held her.
"I didn't know, y/n. You never said any of this before now. I had no idea." I could feel her shake at this point.
"Thats when I met bobby, he was on the same case and he found me. I was ready for death, I sat in the room with what was left of my brother for God knows how long and he found me and took me back to his house to get cleaned up and something to eat. I guess he liked me because he let me stay but I made him promise he'd never say anything about it. And then I met you and Sam." I had so many questions but no words were coming out. I knew she didn't have it easy but I never imagined how much she kept to herself. It's been years and shes just hid all this. I realized I was just staring at her at this point and looked down. I noticed my hands were wrinkled from the water and figured we should get out since she'd been in here longer than I had.
"y/n, im going to shut off the water and hand you a towel, okay?" she just nodded at me. I did just as I said I would and she wrapped herself up while I got out of my wet clothes and wrapped a towel around myself. I put my hand on her lower back and walked with her back to her room. she crawled in bed still wrapped in her towel and just as I was about to go to my room I heard her ask me to stay until she fell asleep. There was no way I could say no to her so I crawled in the bed with her, towel wrapped around my waist. I held her and played with her hair until I heard soft snoring. I found it hard to get out of the bed but she only asked me to stay until she fell asleep and I had done enough damage for a night, at least. So I got up and left her room.
In the bunker:
"Why are y/n and Dean in towels in her room?" Jack asked
"They're what?" Sam said getting up from the chair he was in. Dean was just supposed to talk with her. 'for once I wish he would just keep it in his pants. It's honestly not that hard' Sam thought to himself walking to y/ns door. He waited only a couple minutes before Dean came out, towel around his waist. "What the hell is wrong with you!" Sam questioned him but was met with Dean shushing him with his finger while he closed the door. Once the door was shut Sam repeated himself.
"Calm the hell down, nothing happened." Dean told him but Sam didn't buy it.
"Dean, you're in a towel and just came out of y/ns room. Did I mention that you're Dean? You think everything can be fixed with sex."
"Look man, believe what you want but nothing happened. I held her. I held her until she fell asleep, now if you'll move I'm going to go get some clothes on and go to bed myself. If you don't believe me you can look and she she's still covered and my wet clothes are in the shower. goodnight." Sam looked in the shower and sure enough, a pile of wet clothes were sitting there. ' he must really care' Sam thought to himself before shutting the bathroom door