Supernatural Imagines

Jurassic World Part 2

The look of pure hurt.

That was the look in Dean's eyes and it honestly made your heart tighten in your chest. You couldn't really understand what was going on. Why Dean would be like that. Sure you had realized that he was jealous of Owen, that was very much clear, and you knew- or well, hoped at least that it was because part of him had feelings for you. But you did not think that it would be to this extent that he would see you in another man's arms and be like this.

Maybe you had done something wrong? You really could not pinpoint what, though. But, sure, whatever it was there is no chance Dean would be like this, right?

Unless, something was going on and you had not realized it yet. But what? Cause, the possibility of Dean having that kind of deep feelings for you was highly- no, it was impossible. You and him were just friends. That's how you always remember yourselves. You were really close ever since you were kids, as much as you could be with the hunting lifestyles of your parents, and even when you grew up and met up with the Winchester brothers again he- Dean showed no interest. Well, yes he did flirt with you but that just for fun so of course he later stopped. Because you were friends. That's what you've always been and that's what you'd always be.

At least, that's what you reminded yourself every night he would go out with yet another woman he had fetched from the most recent bar you were in. It hurt you as well. You were not going to deny it and you were pretty sure that the look that Dean now had in his eyes was the exact same you had every time he was with another woman, in her arms or all over each other in bars while you and Sam stood back on the stool having a drink. The same look you knew you had every time you watched him with other women.

The look of pure hurt.

Because you were friends and you had feelings for him that he clearly did not reciprocate. It was something that had made you stop the actual search for a man good enough for you. Not to mention having lost all your confidence.

Meeting Owen that clearly showed an interest from the beginning and was insanely handsome made your spirits lift up a little bit and it felt like a gift sent from heavens.

Maybe it was for the best this way, right?

You and Dean were simply friends. Nothing was ever going to happen between you and him. Dean did not-

Owen hugged you more tightly and effectively broke your trail of thoughts. You focused your eyes on Dean again but as soon as he caught sight of them he averted his and turned his head the other way. His jaw was visibly clenched just like his fists.

You looked at him for just a few more seconds and letting out a small sigh you buried your face in the crook of Owen's neck again.

You heard Owen let a sigh of relief as well and after a while you both just pulled away. It was obvious how you didn't want to pull apart but you clearly had to because if you stayed any longer in each other's arms, hugging, then it would only be awkward. Although almost all of his co-workers had returned in their initial places and it was just you, Owen, Dean and Sam at the safety cage. Oh yeah, and that man Owen was previously talking to, just standing out of the safety cage watching with a smirk that you would be very pleased to wipe of his face.

"You're ok, right?" you asked with a frown, speaking before he could say anything.

"Yes, yes I'm fine" he said in a low voice.

"You sure? They didn't scratch you with their teeth? Or managed to bite at your arm or anything? Or you didn't get hurt while rolling under the door? Or-" you started rambling questions as you looking up and down at him, lifting his arms to check them, checking on his chest for any wounds and even turning him around to take a look at his back for any possible injures.