Dean Winchester & Jensen Ackles Imagines

Raging Angry Dean

(Takes place episode 22 Season 10. Credit to the writers of SPN for most of this. and (Y/N) Is pregnant in this one)

Third Person POV:

Dean and Castiel were having a fight. Cas was kneeled by Cyrus. An innocent boy who wanted nothing to with the family he came from but Dean had to kill him.     "You KILLED him!" Cas furious. Dean piped up.       "I took down a monster. Because that's what I do. And I'll continue to do that until..."         "Until you become the monster." Dean was raging with anger.        "You can leave now, Cas."    Cas was trying to reason with Dean.      "No. I can't Because I am your FRIEND!" "Really? Well, let me ask you something. Do you SCREW all over your FRIENDS?"           "Sam and I were trying to CURE YOU! WE STILL ARE!"          "Like hell." Cas was now a bit calm.      "We can read the Book now."           "Oh, so what? So you MIGHT find a spell that MIGHT take this crap off my arm? But even if you do, what's it gonna cost? 'Cause magic like that does not come free. No, it comes with a price that you pay in blood. So thanks, but I'm good."      Dean turns to leave but Castiel grabs his shoulder to stop him.           "No! You're not. Maybe you could fight the Mark for years. Maybe centuries, like Cain did. But you cannot fight it forever. And when you finally turn, and you will turn... Sam, and everyone you know, everyone you love... they could be long dead. Everyone except me. I'm the one who will have to watch you murder the world. So if there's even a small chance that we can save you, I won't let you walk out of this room."        Dean chimed in. "Oh, so you THINK you have a CHOICE."         "I think the MARK is changing you."       Dean looks at Cas.       "You're wrong."         "Am I? Because the Dean Winchester I know would never have murdered that KID!"          Dean getting all salty for a moment. "Yeah well, that Dean's always been kind of a DICK!" Dean tries to leave again, but Castiel stops him.      "Dean. I don't wanna have to hurt you."         "I don't think that's gonna be a problem."  Dean grabs Castiel's hand and wrenches it off of his shoulder, then punches him hard in the face with his other hand. He punches Castiel over and over.

(Y/N) POV:  I was sat in the spare room that used to be mine. Dean was turning this into a nursery. In the rocking chair, re-reading Narina.  Still having a hard time over Charlie's death, I could hear voices. They weren't Dean's, Sam's, or Cas. I waddled and locked the door. Soon they went past the door and I could hear them in Dean and I's room. They walked past the door and I could see the doorknob wiggle. They left. Silent tears coming down my face. I needed Dean. I was gonna call him but I knew he was driving. I could hear books and shelves in the library being thrown.

"Hey! This isn't a damn library."     "Yeah, it is."      "No reading! Box it, or burn it."       "Come on! Dude."  I was even more scared for my life. Dean was not here, but with the Mark of Cain already being a stress on top of being five months, pregnant did not help.  "So this is what I know about Dean Winchester. He's got crappy taste in music, got a hot mom, and he loves flannel. Oh and his girlfriend? (picture shows Dean and (Y/N) at the Hollywood Sign) She is hot too. No wonder why that door was locked."  I knew that he was gonna head this way but then I heard something else.

"Well, there he is. I hope you brought marshmallows."      "Been looking for you."      "Oh yeah? Why is that? Oh, wait. You're not still sore about um, what's her name?"        "Charlie. Her name was Charlie."       "Yeah, well. Chuckie, she got what she deserved. Wanna know how I did her? It's a kinda funny story—"     "Shut up." I quietly opened the door but then I closed it. I was too scared to head into Sam's room. But fuck it I did it. A quite fast waddle into the room and I closed and locked it. Grabbing an extra gun from the drawer I was ready for anything.     "Straight to it, then. I respect that. See, you got lucky before. This time, I'm sporting some new upgrades. See my old man—"     Hearing Dean raging with anger made me cry even more.        "Your old man's dead. They're all dead. So you can save me the speech on the three hearts, the two spleens, the seven nipples, for the ladies... or the fellas, I don't judge. But even with all that, you still only have one brain."       "So?"

The gunshot rang throughout the bunker someone was dead. My heart was racing hoping it was not Dean    "No no no no no, don't! Don't!"       "Why not? You're one of them."   Thank god Dean was okay. But I was also afraid for this boy's life."        "No. No, I'm not! Okay, I hate my family! See, look! No stitches! I'm not like them, I promise."       "Oh, you are like them. There's bad in you. It's in your blood. Now you can deny it and you can run from it all you want, but that bad.... will always win." Hearing the boy crying was heartbreaking to me as a new mother to be.       "I'll do anything you want. Okay, please. You don't need to do this. Please."        "Yeah. I do."  I heard the gun shoot again. Damnit, Dean. He did not have to do that. I was now a wreck.  Then I could hear Castiel, I was now somewhat calm.     

"Dean! What have you done?"      "You KILLED him!"       "I took down a monster. Because that's what I do. And I'll continue to do that until..."        "Until you become the monster."           "You can leave now, Cas."             "No. I can't Because I am your FRIEND!"            "Really? Well, let me ask you something. Do you SCREW all over your FRIENDS?"            "Sam and I were trying to CURE YOU! WE STILL ARE" "Like hell."             "We can read the Book now."            "Oh, so what? So you MIGHT find a spell that MIGHT take this crap off my arm? But even if you do, what's it gonna cost? 'Cause magic like that does not come free. No, it comes with a price that you pay in blood. So thanks, but I'm good."                    "No! You're not. Maybe you could fight the Mark for years. Maybe centuries, like Cain did. But you cannot fight it forever. And when you finally turn, and you will turn... Sam, and everyone you know, everyone you love... they could be long dead. Everyone except me. I'm the one who will have to watch you murder the world. So if there's even a small chance that we can save you, I won't let you walk out of this room."         "Oh, so you THINK you have a CHOICE."           "I think the MARK is changing you."        "Am I? Because the Dean Winchester I know would never have murdered that KID!"         "Yeah well, that Dean's always been kind of a DICK!"        "Dean. I don't wanna have to hurt you."        "I don't think that's gonna be a problem."

Hearing that whole fighting argument was just making me cry more. Then I could hear Dean physically hurting Cas. I unlocked the door and placed the gun back in the drawer. I waddled as fast as I could. I saw Dean punching Castiel.   "DEAN! DEAN! DEAN! STOP!"     Tears flowing outta my eyes. I waddled over to him about to grab his arm     "DEAN STOP THIS LOOK AT ME!"      He stops and looks at me. You could tell that five-month pregnant me was shocked and scared in horror. I grabbed his hand but he pulled away. Castiel got up and healed himself. He went somewhere else.      "I DON'T NEED ANY HELP NOT EVEN FROM YOU! I'VE SAID MANY OF TIMES THAT I AM FINE WITH THE MARK!"         "DEAN! I've had to sleep in a different room because of you. I am scared of you. I cry myself to sleep wondering what's gonna happen next. I WANT MY DEAN BACK! NONE OF THIS BULLSHIT! I want to wake up in your arms. Feel your hands on my belly as the baby kicks."       I grabbed his hands and placed them there on my swollen belly.    "I want this, I want you. But not this way. You need help and its gonna happen regardless of what you say."  He smashed his lips on mine. Moving together. Foreheads against each other.     "I want this too babe. (Y/N), I am too dangerous with this mark. You know that but I need you safe."       I was still fed up with this bullshit.        "Those men came in here and I was scarred for life. Hoping that the baby and I were not gonna be in danger. You shot them but you did not have to shoot one of them. I don't care about the mark right now. I just want to be able to be safe in your arms again." *the baby started kicking*  "You feel that?"   "Yeah, the baby's kicking."  *a tear rolls down Dean's face and he smiles.*  "I need help and even tho that Book is not good. But I am willing to try for you and for the baby. I need to be a better father."      "You will be an okay good father. I love you."   "I love you too. Go get that sexy ass in bed, while I call Sam to clean this up. I will be in there soon."  I smiled and gave him a peck. Grabbed Dean's stuff and waddled into his room. *Sam comes back. He and Dean clean up the mess.*  After he and Sam cleaned up, took a shower The door opened and Dean comes in with lotion. "You always looked beautifully sexy in my shirts. But since your pregnant its even more sexy and beautiful."  He took his shirt off and walked over to the bed. "Tonight is about you. Just relax and let me do my job." Lotioning my belly was something I needed. Feeling his hands work their magic. He placed a kiss on my belly and placed the lotion on the nightstand. I turned the light off and scooted towards his back. Placing his hand around my belly. "Goodnight (Y/N), and baby. Daddy loves you a ton." Smiling at what Dean said. "Goodnight Dean." I dosed off.