Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader

You cursed under your breath, those demons were going to get it when you finally caught up with them. Suddenly a searing, agonizing pain began shooting through your brain, it was like someone was trying to break your mind before they physically broke you. The noise of someone...something behind you made you run even faster, your heart in your mouth, lungs about to burst. All you could think was 'I'm not going to die this way'. Being lost in these optimistic trains of thought was going to be your downfall, and sure enough a protruding tree root sent you flying into a pile of decaying leaves at your feet. After that you really couldn't remember much else apart from strong, broad arms lifting you up and carrying you to god knows where.

As the morning light streamed in through the cracks in the shuttered window, you raised your hand to block the beam from blinding your vision. Whoever had carried you off last night can't have been all that bad I mean, for starters you weren't dead, and you noticed several bandages wrapped around your aching limbs. Gingerly you began stepping lightly from the bed, careful not to make the ancient looking floorboards creak. By your judgement it seemed to be about six in the morning.

A dusty mirror stood in the corner of the room, opposite a small desk and wooden chair. Studying your injuries and the state of your clothes in the mirror, a sigh left your exhausted lips. There was no way you could fix your appearance without a hot shower.

You became aware of your ACDC shirt which looked pristine, laying out on the desk, almost like it was waiting for you. Bringing a clammy hand to your forehead you half smiled, out of all the tops in your leather rucksack, they had chosen that one. Their music taste was obviously as impeccable as yours. The shirt was a little baggy, and came to your thighs, but at least it would hide those hideous scars. Shimmying off your jeans, or what was left of them, you reasoned it would be for the best to throw them away.

At first you thought the cabin was deserted, until you spied someone sat in the kitchen, hunched over a laptop with a puzzled expression. When he saw you, he looked worried for a second, but as soon as you registered it the man smiled and spoke softly, "How're you feeling?"

You didn't know why, but this man had the sort of face you knew instantly that you could trust, so you returned the smile, "I'm okay. Uh, listen..." You didn't get to finish your sentence however as another man walked out of a side door, clad only in a towel wrapped around his torso. The first thing you noticed about him was his striking emerald eyes and chiseled midriff, all at once you found it hard to breathe and your stomach fluttered. He turned to look at you, scanning you over with his eyes, oh god those eyes... He smirked at you, "Hello princess, my name's Dean. I was your knight in shining armour last night, you're welcome."

At this point, constructing a sensible sentence was out of the question, you weren't sure whether you were being overcome with attraction for this Dean guy or plain fear at being in two stranger's cabin, just wearing a baggy t-shirt. "Don't say much do ya." Dean remarked.

You should probably say something now you idiot, you thought, mentally slapping yourself. "Sorry, I'm just a little y'know shook up from everything," you began to mumble, "My name's Y/N by the way, and I have no idea how I got here or where I am, but thanks... er, you kinda saved my life last night." The whole time you were talking you could feel Dean's eyes fixed on you, and to be honest it was a little intimidating.

"I'm Sam and Dean over there, is my brother." The kind faced man said, looking up from the laptop and sketching a half wave in your direction.

Your mind finally caught up, and all the pieces fitted together like cogs in a well oiled machine, a hand flew to your mouth, "You're... you're the Winchesters!" A toothy grin errupted from your features, and you thanked all the gods you didn't believe in that these two had been the ones to find you. "Oh so you've heard of us then?" Dean said incredulously, walking over to you, so close infact that you could feel the heat radiating from him, swallowing hard you tried to focus solely on his features, but with little success.

"Sure I've heard of you! My dad knew your mum, was real close to her actually."

"Dad never told us about any of mum's friends, even after she died." Sam shrugged, his tone curious.

"My dad committed suicide a week after y'know your mum was killed... Said he couldn't bear being in a world without her in it." A tear made its way down your cheek and you brushed it away quickly, hoping they hadn't noticed. By both their expressions however it was clear they had. Dean cleared his throat and moved away from you, "Sam, we have a problem."

"Yeah?"

"We've run out of beer, and you're on shopping duty."

"Why can't you go?"

"If I go out in my towel, I'll get lynched Sammy."

Sam threw his arms up in defeat, "Okay I'm going!"

Dean walked past you into what you supposed was his bedroom, before he walked though the door he shouted back into the kitchen, "Wait there princess, I want to talk to you."

God you hated being called that, but Dean was just so damn attractive you figured you'd just have to stick it.

A minute later Dean reappeared wearing a tight black top and battered navy jeans, how was it possible for someone to be that good looking with so little effort?

"Sit down Y/N." Dean motioned to the couch and you ambled over, careful to avoid several beer bottles at the foot of it. Dean sat down roughly opposite you, running a hand through his hair almost nervously. "Y/N, I wanted to apologise about y'know me acting like a cocky bastard." You opened your mouth to speak but he waved for you to be quiet. "No really, I just want you to know that you can trust us, I mean you knew our mother... Maybe better than we do, but I just can't treat you like family Y/N."

A lump caught in your throat and you gulped several times to clear it, "I understand, god I'm so stupid I should have left ages ago I'm so sorry." You blurted out, your voice slightly higher than usual. You turned to leave but Dean grabbed your wrist, then frowned and turned it over. A wave of anger and sadness crossed his face as he dropped your arm letting it fall limp by your side. "Y/N..." He began, but he didn't get any further as all of the pressure that had been mounting on you seemed to reach a tipping point and it spilled over in the form of hot scalding tears running down your cheeks.

You didn't even know Dean Winchester, or anything about him for that matter but when he pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around your waist protectively, you didn't give the slightest bit of resistance. To be honest it was what you needed, pleasant human contact was something you hadn't experienced in a long time. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Dean asked, stroking soothing circles on your back in an effort to calm you. You shook your head, no. The memories those scars held were far worse than the pain that put them there.

When you had recovered enough to think you must look a hell of a mess you leant into Dean, revelling in the warmth of his slowly rising and falling chest, turning to face him you were once again met by those mysterious green eyes, no doubt capable of piercing your very soul. Something deep stirred within you; you reached out and stroked the back of his neck timidly, "C'mon, you look shocking, time for sleep." You batted him on the arm and raised your eyebrows at him pretending to be insulted. He shrugged nonchalantly, "I read somewhere women like it when a mans tells the truth."