Supernatural Imagines

Like Me (Just the Way You Are Part 2)

Your dad hugged you tight, squeezing the air out of your lungs. "Okay, Dad. Too tight," You breathed out. The fear of him feeling your quick heartbeat as he hugged you tightly made itself present in your head. You had been so afraid to tell him about being bisexual. On the inside you were still scared. Would he think of you differently?

"Y/N, I love you no matter what," He muttered into your ear, still not letting go of you. "As long as you're safe, I don't care who you like."

"Thanks Dad," You replied as he finally pulled away. It felt strange to have him hug you. It was something that he rarely did.

*****

Two months later you were severing vampire heads in Wisconsin. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket as you wiped the sticky blood on your machete onto the leg of your dirty jeans.

You pulled it out and checked the texts, seeing Dean's name pop up.

How's everything going? If you need anything, I'll be there quick.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled a little at his over-protectiveness.

I'm fine. Just took out 3 vamps. I'll be back at the bunker tomorrow.

Your phone buzzed again, almost immediately.

Nice job. See you tomorrow.

*****

Your eyes opened wide as you heard the lock of your motel room door click. You instantly grabbed the small gun out from under your pillow and stood up from your bed. It was pitch black and the only source of light was the tiny alarm clock that read 11: 42.

The door opened slowly, and you cocked your gun, still not able to make out the appearance of the intruder. "Don't. Move." You threatened, keeping the gun aimed at the figure.

"Y/N, it's me," Your dad spoke slowly before reaching for the light switch.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, squinting to adjust your eyes. You lowered the gun and sat on the bed.

"This was your first solo mission!" He grinned. "I came to take you out for a drink. We're celebrating! Get dressed and we'll go."

At the bar, you were nervous. Fake IDs weren't really necessary for you, mainly because everyone knew you were too young to be a fed. You used a regular fake ID on occasion, just to make it seem like you were old enough to be a functioning adult.

Your dad chuckled at your white knuckles as you took a seat on the bar stool next to him. "Don't worry, Y/N. You'll be fine as long as you're with me." He ordered 2 beers for you both, and after a skeptical inspection of your ID, the bartender handed them to you.

The brown liquid had a bitter taste, and you wondered why anyone enjoyed it. After forcing yourself to down the first bottle, everything seemed to become a bit more hazy. The second bottle that came later seemed to taste a little better, but you knew that you didn't want to drink anymore.

You risked a glance to your left to see that your dad was on his fourth bottle, and he barely looked affected. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you spoke after catching his attention. You stood up from your stool and stumbled all the way across the bar to the dirty bathroom.

As soon as the foul stench of the room hit your nose, you rushed to a stall and began to puke. After everything was gone, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, like you were somehow disappointing your dad.

You stood up and wiped the corners of your mouth, leaving the awful bathroom quickly. "Can we go?" You approached your dad, trying not to look in his eyes. You knew he would be concerned, but you walked out of the bar anyways.

"Y/N!" Dean shouted as he finally caught up with you a few minutes later. You were only a few blocks away from the motel and the brisk night air seemed to awaken your senses. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You sighed, looking at the ground.

"I know you, kid." He replied. "You can tell me."

You took in a deep breath, also trying to figure out why you were so upset. "I can't even get through two beers. I puked in the bathroom."

Dean smiled. "So what? It's no big deal." He patted you on the shoulder, but you shrugged his hand off.

"It is a big deal!" You looked back up at him. "I'm nothing like you wanted me to be! I act like killing 3 vamps is a big deal, I like boys and girls, and I can't even get through 2 damn bottles of beer without puking my guts out in a dirty bathroom stall!" Tears were forming in your eyes, and you let out a shaky breath.

Your dad pulled you into a tight hug, and you buried your head in his neck. "I never wanted you to be like me." He spoke softly. "I was proud when you killed those 3 vamps. I was proud when you made it through your first beer. And I'm proud that you told me about being bisexual. I don't want you to think that you have to be anything other than yourself to make me happy."

"Thanks dad." You mumbled into his collar. You pulled away from him and the two of you began to walk back to your motel room.

"Besides," He joked, "I was a lightweight when I first started. Threw up after my first beer."

"Really?" You laughed, leaning into him as he put his arm around you.

"Yeah, you've gotta kill your liver to get to my level."

After getting back to your room, the two of you fell asleep on your bed, just like you did when you were a little girl. You knew that you both would feel the effects of the alcohol the next morning, but it didn't matter. You would get through it together.

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