Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Emotional Damage

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Warnings: angst, torture (implicit)

Summary: Dean broke up with you to get you out of the hunter life that you knew nothing about. What happens when you end up finding each other again after you had just gotten released form Crowley's clutches?

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Much to Dean's guilt, this is his tenth date that he's been on since the two of you broke up. Half of the girls he goes out with, he doesn't really have any interests in them, but it helps fill the hole where you once were. He didn't break up with you because he lost feelings for you–he thought the world of you and was planning on proposing to you. It's because of the fact that you weren't a hunter, and you didn't know how to protect yourself from any kind of monster.

If they somehow found out that you were his girlfriend, then they would definitely go for you to get to him. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if Crowley got his hands on you, only to torture you for information on him. He wouldn't be a good boyfriend or a good husband if he dragged you into his shit only for you to get killed because of it.

That's why he's on yet another date with a girl he just met the day before. She is beautiful, like all the others, but no one compares to your beauty. All Dean can think about is you sitting across from him, throwing bits of bread at his face for something he said. Charlotte, Catherine, Caroline... whatever her name is, must sense how broken Dean is because she sets her fork down with a sigh.

"Everything okay?" Dean asks.

"I'm just trying to see why that girl keeps staring at you," she says.

Wow, that is not what Dean was expecting her to say. He frowns and turns around, locking eyes with the one woman that he never thought he'd see. You're standing there with such a heartbroken look on your face at the fact that he is on a date. No words are being said, but everything is said between the looks in your eyes. You shove your hoodie sleeves further down your arms to hide your skin from prying eyes.

Breaking the eye contact, you walk to the bar where a strong drink is calling your name. Why are you at this bar? Why did Sam lead you here? Did he know his brother was on a date? Unbeknownst to Dean, you've still been in contact with Sam because you didn't want to lose him as a friend.

Dean watches you go to the bar with emotional eyes, turning to his date with tears in his eyes. He clears his throat and gives his date a smile to pretend like he's fine.

"Is there something going on between you two?"

"Nothing at all," he lies.

"Really? Because your eyes tell me a different story."

Dean sighs and looks to the bar again, watching as you down a double shot. The end of your sleeve falls down, and his eyes widen at the scars littering your arm. They're mostly long and jagged scars, but there are small circular scars as well. Where the fuck did you get those? He knows your body more than you do, and he would remember scars on your arms.

Someone did that to you while he wasn't there to protect you.

You feel his eyes on you from across the room, but you ignore them. They burn holes into you, and you're not sure you won't crack under the pressure. The bartender mouths something to you, but you're too overwhelmed to understand what he is saying.

"I'm sorry. Here you go."

You toss double the amount of your drink onto the bar counter, not caring about the amount. Your bar stool screeches on the floor as you leave, and you rush out of the bar as quickly as you can.

"Y/N, wait!" Dean says ten seconds later.

You halt on the sidewalk and sigh deeply, wiping your eyes with the back of your hoodie before turning around.

"Dean, I didn't know you were here."

"Where did you get those?" Dean jumps right into it.

You knew he would ask about them if he saw them. You weren't careful in hiding them apparently. What's the point in lying to him at this stage? You're never going to see him again, so what the hell?

"Someone named Crowley found me and hurt me until I told him where you were," you say truthfully. "But I never gave in. He eventually let me go when he realized I was no 'fun' anymore."

Shock is all that you can see on Dean's face. This is why you didn't want to see him. You knew you would break down if you ever saw his face again. You're trying not to cry, not in front of him.

This is exactly what Dean was afraid of happening, and he wasn't even there to protect you.

Dean is confused, though, because Crowley hasn't shown up in a while. Neither has his demons, so if he was torturing you, then he must not have gotten what he wanted.

"Why didn't you tell him where I was? I would have taken care of it!"

"If Crowley had found you, then he would have hurt you. I couldn't bear the thought of you in pain." The weight of your words settles on Dean's shoulders, and his heart breaks in two. "Go back to your date, Dean."

You shove your hands into your hoodie's front pocket and turn away from him.

"I'll see you around."

Dean watches you with tears in his eyes, but he doesn't stop you. You have scars from people that never should have been in your life, and it's all because of him. You're never going to be the same, and it's all Dean's fault.