Suprernatural Imagines

Under The Redwoods (Dean X Reader)

Warnings: Angst + Fear mostly, mentions of blood, vague descriptions of wounds

 I was mesmerized by the swaying redwood trees, while I laid on my back, not caring as my clothes became dampened from the forest floor. My vision was fuzzy around the edges, the breeze cooling my hot skin, infection was setting in. 'So this is it? All I get? Not even a fight.' I thought to myself as my breathing slowed, listening to him search for me, screaming my name through the trees. I'd been lost for twenty-four hours at this point, bleeding out slowly into the earth.

"Y/N!" Dean called, his voice hoarse with worry and fear. I could hear his voice getting closer, but I couldn't care, by the time he got here it'd be too late. 'Go home, I'm gone.'

Two days ago we'd been hot on the trail of a pack of werewolves, and we were closing in quickly on their nest. Dean had made an offhanded comment about my skillset that made my blood boil, and I left the room in a rush, going nowhere but to get away. I had been walking down the highway for a few miles when I had been ambushed. The pack had sent out a scout to snuff us out before we could reach the nest.

We tumbled down the embankment in a tangle of missed punches and claw marks. My back was slammed into a tree, abruptly stopping the fight, and I felt the sickening crack of broken ribs. I took a second to steady myself and draw my gun, but the scout was gone as fast as she came. Taking a deep breath, my hand flying up to sooth the pain in my chest. When I felt how hot and sticky my shirt had come, I pulled my hand back. I don't know exactly what I had expected, but I wasn't expecting there to be this much blood. I reached into my pocket to call for help, but the space that normally held my phone was empty. It was resting quietly on the table in our room.

Disheartened and on my own, I managed to make it at least a mile back from where I thought I came. The pain was unbearable, and I had found a stick to steady myself, my head pounded and for some reason my legs were screaming at me to stop. Growing more disoriented by the minute, I had to stop fo the night, taking shelter within a burn out redwood tree.

Safely tucked away, I did my best to slow the bleeding, and it slowed only if for the night. I stayed awake, listening to the soothing hooting of the owls who were searching for one another in the night. They got closer and closer to me, taking refuge in the branches high above. Knowing I wasn't completely alone soothed me, though I wanted nothing more to be safe in Dean's arms once again. 'He's looking for me. He will find me.' I repeated, over and over until the break of dawn.

The sun took her sweet time breaking through the early morning fog. I crawled out of my shelter, wincing as my wounds reopened. I knew I didn't have much longer, so I decided to push myself until I couldn't anymore. 

But that brought me to where I was now, lying on my back in a bed of ferns. Entranced by the trees that raised me and kept me safe from harm. 'At least you're home, that's more than most get.'

"Y/N!" Dean screamed out to me, my throat too dry to respond. I used my free hand that wasn't on my stomach to search for my gun. If I could just fire off a shot, he'd find me faster. I wanted to fight, to see his shining green eyes again, to be safely tucked into his arms. Thankful that it was still safely tucked into my waist band, I rolled on to my side the best I could. Pulling the silver weapon out, I raised it high into the sky and pulled the trigger.

Click. I tried again franticly. 

Click. 

Click. 

Click.

She had to have been damaged in the fall, my once lucky weapon was betraying me. Jamming up when I needed her most, when I wanted an opportunity to fight. His voice was closer now and I could barley make out his heavy footsteps as they crunched over long fallen branches and leaves, searching for his partner. 'Dean please.' I pleaded to the heavens, begging them to let him find me, when I heard it.

"Y/N?" The footsteps stooped momentarily while my name was said with a long shuddery breath. As quickly as they had fallen silent, Dean was by my side, pulling my head into his lap. His shoulders relaxed some once he realized I was still breathing, that I wanted to stay conscious, to stay with him. "I'm here. I'm here." He said, stroking my hair and trying not to let the fear cross his eyes when he felt how hot my skin was.

"You found me." I said quietly, every breath I took becoming a precious gift.

"I found you." He gently set my head back down and pulled off his olive green flannel, pressing it tightly to my wounds as he called Sam. He wrapped me up as tightly as he could and soon we could hear the rumble of the beloved Impala, where he set me gently in the back seat, my head cradled in his lap.

I looked up at him through heavy lids, he was yelling at Sam to drive faster, to push Baby to her limits and get me to safety. Little did he know, that this was the safest I had felt in the last twenty-four hours, back in his arms. Right where I belonged. 

A/N: This is my first time writing a one shot! Please let me know how I did, and I hope you enjoyed!