Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Hide-n-Seek - Demon!Dean

When you heard someone in the bunker, you assumed it was Sammy coming back from his simple salt and burn. You were wrong. So wrong.

You froze when you saw Dean, unable to believe he was standing in front of you. He grinned and his eyes flashed black and you knew instantly this wasn't your Dean. Pure sickening terror flooded through you.

"Honey, I'm home." That sinister edge in his voice sent a tremor of fear along the length of your spine.

It was enough to get you moving. You couldn't get past him to the exit, so you needed to find your phone and a weapon. Then you needed to hide somewhere he hopefully wouldn't find you.

You grabbed your knife and phone from your room before heading to Sam's. You ran into the room, quietly shutting the door behind you. After a quick look around, you wedged yourself between his dresser and the wall in the corner of the room where you couldn't be seen from the door.

You sent a text to Sam then shut the phone off so it wouldn't give you away and shoved it in your back pocket. Tears ran down your face, but you clenched your teeth to keep from making a sound.

"Come on out, Sweetheart," Dean's voice echoed through the halls. "I just want to talk. It won't hurt. Much." With every word he grew closer.

A sob of fear tore through you, and you slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle any noise. You tried to stop. Tried to be brave and stoic but the love of your life was going to kill you and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it.

You weren't a hunter. You were a researcher. You took care of their home so they had someplace to come back to. You knew how to defend yourself if needed but not without the arsenal that was usually at your disposal. Your knife wasn't going to do shit against a demon.

The door eased open and you held your breath. His heavy boots stepped into the room then stopped. There was no sound for a beat then he turned back to the door. Maybe you'd be okay. Maybe Sammy would get here in time to save you.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed your ankle and jerked you from your shelter. Dean grinned as you struggled and kicked. You slammed your knife into the arm of the hand that gripped you. He snarled, his eyes flashing black again before he grabbed the handle and jerked the blade from his flesh. He tossed it to the other side of the room. "Ouch."

He snagged your other ankle and proceeded to drag you through your home. When you continued to fight and yell obscenities, he dropped your legs. He punched you twice, one landed on your temple and your head swam as pain exploded through your head.

Grabbing your legs once more, he continued to drag you to wherever his destination was. He glanced at you when you whimpered. "Calm down. I just need to resolve a little issue."

You shouldn't ask. You knew you shouldn't. But you just couldn't help yourself. "What issue?"

He laughed, a low, sinister sound, and you flinched. "That would be you. See, it doesn't matter what I do, you're in my brain. Constantly. It's super fucking annoying. I need to do something about that. I need to fix it."

"I'm sorry." What else could you say to that?

"Oh, you will be, Sweetheart. You will be."