Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Oddly At Home

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Angel!Reader

Warnings: minor angst

Summary: Your dad clearly doesn't approve of your relationship, and frankly, you couldn't care less.

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You and Castiel have always had an open relationship ever since you were born. If you are honest with him about what you're doing, then he doesn't really question where you go, who you hang out with, and what you do. If he pays you the same respect (as much as a parent can), then you behave the same way. So, when he noticed you distancing yourself from him, he made it his absolute goal to find out why.

It kills him to go behind your back and lie to you like this, but he knows it's necessary to your safety. In all fairness, if your dad really knew what you were doing, he would banish you to the deepest parts of Heaven and kill the one you're in love with. The man who would do anything for you despite having the devil locked in himself.

Yes, you're the spawn of an angel and you're in love with a demon. If your dad found out, he would have your head for sure. He would have your head even if he wasn't a demon because it would be his best friend. You're barely eighteen, yet, you're in love with the forty-year-old Dean Winchester.

What a crazy scenario to be in.

Dean has been running from Sam and Crowley since he likes being a demon too damn much, so you've been on the run with him as well. Everyone wants to cure Dean back to his normal self, but his demon self is just as wonderful as before. All they see is destruction and evil where you see innovation and evolution.

"I can feel them closing in on us," you say to Dean in the dingy motel room he got for you two.

"Let them come. They won't get far."

"You know they will. My dad is a lot stronger than you. If he finds out..."

"He's not going to find out. Everything is going to be okay."

He gets up from his chair and approaches you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He normally would keep away from everything that is holy, but there is something about you that he can't seem to stay away from. He leans down and kisses you tenderly, and you melt into his arms just as your worries melt away in your mind.

You're so busy wrapped up in Dean that you don't notice your angelic father and Dean's brother outside of the motel, looking in from a distance.

"I'm going to kill him," Castiel growls.

"No, you're not. We're going to cure him. Then maybe, we can figure out why he thought it was a good idea to shack up with your daughter," Sam says.

"What are we waiting for? I'm much stronger than him."

"He might kill her if he thinks we have the cure for him. I mean, we do, but we don't want to risk her life because of it. We need to take this opportunity and lead him back to the Bunker. We can separate them where we can make our move."

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

"By this."

Sam gets up and he motions for Castiel to stay hidden in the bushes. If you saw your dad out there, you would for sure run. Dean pulls away from you and brings you into a hug, looking out the motel window to see his younger brother in the parking lot. He doesn't say a word because all he's hoping for is to communicate through their eyes–a Winchester special. Without saying anything, Sam turns and leaves out of sight.

"What's wrong?" you ask and pull away from him.

"I have business to take care of. I need to end this once and for all."

"I'm going with you."

"No, you're not."

"You need backup, and I am far more powerful than the average angel. I'm a Nephilim. Let me help you."

"You're going to see something you might not like. I'm killing my brother. That's a sure way to keep him off our tails."

You've always thought of Sam as a really good friend, but if it means you get to be with Dean, you'll do anything.

"I'm with you, Dean, through the end," you say and grab his hand.

"Alright then. Let's go," he smirks and flashes his eyes black.

That should scare you, but you feel weirdly at home.