Supernatural Imagines

They think you're the monster Dean x Reader

Title: Badass Sweetheart

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1469 

You meet Sam and Dean on a hunt, and they think you're the monster.

Y/N's POV

You walk slowly through the silent cabin, your eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness. You were hunting a family of vamps that had been kidnapping young women who looked, well, exactly like you. It was why the group of hunters you work with sent your sister. And when her name was added to the list of the vamps' victims... the group sent you.

Ordinarily, you would never hunt a whole nest on your own, but your leader was hell bent on making you prove your worth. They made you uneasy, but your sister was desperate to join a group after your parents died. The two of you were out of the life for a few years, and she didn't trust that the two of you could make it on your own.

You, on the other hand, made a call to an old friend, Bobby Singer. When your parents were still alive, if they thought a hunt was too dangerous to bring their 10-year-old twins with them, they dumped you at Bobby's house. He assured you that his boys would be able to back you up in two days, urging you not to make a move without them.

Of course, you didn't listen. Over the course of two months, spanning more than four states, the vamps had kidnapped one woman each night. And only about half the bodies had been found. Hopefully, the others are still alive, you thought to yourself as you ascended the rickety cabin stairs.

You checked the first bedroom, which was empty, other than some clothes spilling out of the dresser and a large blood stain on the bed. Shuddering, you entered the bathroom. The sink was covered in blood, but before you could turn your flashlight to check the floors, you heard the front door creak open.

Oh, fuck me, you thought as you climbed into the blood-stained bathtub and pulled the curtain closed behind you. You turned off your flashlight and pressed your back against the shower wall, your machete extended in front of you.

Voices sounded quietly as someone started up the stairs. Though they were quiet, the sound traveled well in the nearly empty cabin.

"Dean, the place has been cleared out. We're obviously too late," one voice whispered. Okay, there's only two of them. That's not bad. God knows I can handle two vamps on my own. You smirked cockily, getting ready to jump out.

"Vamps are tricky, Samuel. They could be hiding," the second man spoke in a voice that made your knees quiver. You thanked the universe they weren't vamps, but hunters. You remembered that Bobby was sending his boys, two boys, to help you. Pushing the curtain back, you stepped out of the shower.

"Hey, are you guys B-" Whack.

...

You woke up on a hotel bed, dizzy as hell with a pain on your forehead. You reached up to feel a large lump had formed in between your brows, as you sat up and looked around with a groan.

"'Mornin', sweetheart. Sorry about your head," one of the men from the cabin smiled at you from the other bed, inhaling a large greasy-looking cheeseburger, a take-out box from the local diner on his lap.

Holy shit, you thought, staring at him. You've never met him, but you were pretty sure he looked like a grown-up version of one of the boys you saw pictures of at Bobby's house growing up. He was damn good looking, but all you could think about was the bacon cheeseburger in his large hands. It looked fucking good.

"Are you... Bobby's boy?" you ask, trying to quiet your growling stomach. You coughed softly, your throat hoarse.

He chuckled lightly as he handed you your own take-out box, inside it your own greasy, fattening, heavenly bacon cheeseburger. What a gentleman, you thought, smiling widely as you picked up the burger and took a huge bite, grease dripping down your chin as a loud moan erupted from your lips.

"Best burger in the state," he replied, laughing and handing you a beer from the cooler next to him. "'M Dean, by the way. Sammy went to check out the bodies at the coroner's; make sure nothing else weird got grouped in with this weird. And yeah, Bobby sent us to help you," he explained. "'M really sorry I hit ya," he said, his eyes growing serious.

"Yeah, well... better than decapitation," you shrugged, slamming back a big swig of beer and taking a handful of fries into your mouth with the other hand. "And I'm sure Bobby told you, I'm y/n," Dean nodded, signalling he knew your name already. "You are right though, best fucking burger I've ever had," you moaned again as you took another bite.

"You bet your ass it is, sweetheart," Dean said with a smirk, holding out his beer to tap against your own before taking a drink. You leaned back and slammed the rest of your beer before leaning back to face him, releasing a loud burp as his eyes widened. You both laughed loudly in reaction, but you saw his eyes were darkened with lust for a split second, a smirk playing across his lips as his eyes drifted down your body.

"Hot damn, sweetheart," his eyes linked with yours and you saw them darken once again with lust. "I like a girl who can drink, but that was... hotter than expected," his ears turned slightly pink as he finally looked away.

"It was just a burp, Dean," you giggled. "But I'd be careful, I have lots of experience drinking men like you under a table," you winked, flirting back at him. "So, how 'bout them vamps?"

Dean jumped off the bed and sat down at the small table by the window. "Took care of 'em, sweetheart," he smiled, making your knees weak.

"All of them?" you asked hesitantly, though you didn't doubt the boys could handle it. "What about the missing women?"

"We found 10 women in a shed about a mile into the woods behind the cabin, and 5 more bodies. All of 'em were turned already, we couldn't save any of them," he looked down sadly as he finished his sentence.

"No. That doesn't make sense," you jumped off the bed and walked over to him. "This clan was taking a woman a night for at least two months, at least as far as we knew," you stated, sitting down across from him and leaning your elbows on the table. "There should have been around 30 women; I mean we only found about that many bodies..."

"We?" Dean asked, confused. "If you have a group you hunt with, why the hell did you come alone? Especially if you know they had taken that many women? I mean no offense sweetheart, but most of these victims look an awful lot like you. Seems pretty stupid to me," he took a swig of the beer he had brought to the table with him. "Again, no offense," he added softly.

"I didn't have a choice," you mumbled softly, avoiding his gaze. "My group is... not very nice. My sister and I, we've been out of the game for almost 6 years," his eyes widened when you mentioned your sister. "They didn't trust us- they don't trust us. So, they told my sister she had to check it out alone, to prove herself," the venom in your voice was a sharp contrast to the tears that started running down your cheeks. "Hers was the last body local badge found; thirtieth over all," you looked up at Dean sadly as he slid his hand across the table. His calloused hand took yours and squeezed softly, comforting you.

"'M sorry, sweetheart," he said softly. "I-I've lost Sammy," he started, clearing his throat, "More than once. I- I can't imagine what would've happened if I never got him back," his eyes looked into yours softly.

"'S okay," you said with a sigh. "She brought it on herself," you squeezed his hand back, the warmth spreading through your body in a comforting way. "She fell in love with him, our leader," Dean let out a sigh as he leaned back against his chair. "He told her if she did this hunt, she could have him all to herself," you scoff, remembering what he said. "Dude wasn't exactly a one-woman type of man. It crushed her, so, of course she was more than willing to take the job. I, on the other hand, made a call to Bobby as soon as I was far enough away from the group that I knew they wouldn't find me."

"Still hard," he whispered, standing up and opening his arms to you. Before you could process anything, your body was already standing up, wrapping your arms around his middle, your head buried in his chest. You breathed in the scent of leather and gunpowder, mixed with cheeseburger grease and sighed softly, content.

"Still hard."