Supernatural One Shots And Imagines!

Imagine 9 - Not your fault

(A/N)
Hiya, My little demons.
This one is when Dean was possessed by the mark and tries to hurt/kill the reader.
Warning ~ Bad language
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Thank you,
Kayla xoxoxoxoxox

You were falling asleep when you heard a crash. You climbed out of your bed and went to see what was going on.

Down the hall was rather big hole in the wall.

"Hello, (Y/N)," You looked behind you to see dean standing there. "Baby!"

You began to back up as dean inched closer. Behind your back was your phone, dialling sam.

"D-D-Dean." you stuttered. "Hey." A fake smile forced it's way onto your face. If you don't piss the demon off, you would probably live longer!
'Hello!' The sound of sam's voice was audible. "Shit..." You muttered. You ran out of room to move... Cornered. Tut. Tut. Tut. "(Y/N), that wasn't very smart now, was it?" Possessed Dean ripped the phone from behind your back before throwing it across the room, causing it to smash.

Dean threw you against the hard wall and held you there. A grim smirk grew on his face. "You shouldn't have done that." Was all he said before he plunged a knife into your leg. Dean muffled the scream that escaped your lips.

You looked up into the eyes of which were like pools of black ink. You just wanted to see his luscious green eyes again. "Dickhead." You spat.

He then pushed the knife into you left shoulder and let you scream out this time. Sam was bound to have heard that one! Blood was rushing out of your body at a high rate and black dots began to blur you vision.

All of a sudden Sam came up behind Dean and hit him before you blacked out.

***

A few days had passed since the incident. Dean was back but neither of you had spoke to eachother. Dean felt guilty and you were just pissed you couldn't stop him in the first place.

"Want a coffee?" You offered him. All he did was nod.

You made his beverage and was about to walk out of the door when a soft voice stopped you. "(Y/N), I'm sorry!"

"For what?"

"You know. The leg and-"

"Look, Dean. It's not your fault!" you cut him off. "Don't get yourself all fucked up over it."

All you knew was that you were happy to see his eyes again!