Supernatural Imagines

Dean x reader--Painful Secrets

Imagine high-school!Dean finding out that your boyfriend abuses you.

Trigger Warning: Abuse, depression, anxiety

"So, what's up with you?" Dean asks as he twiddles a pencil around his thumb, "You've been awfully quiet lately. It's like talking to a wall...no a cave. It's so quiet, my voice echoes back."

You wring your hands and shift uncomfortably in your seat. "I've just been thinking..."

"That's dangerous. Seriously though. Are you ok?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Dean. I know your family is very protective and you guys hunt and stuff, but that's why I don't want to tell you."

"Did Sammy tell you something? Because if he did..."

"No. He didn't say anything. What I meant was that I didn't want you to over-react and try to protect me from him."

"From who? George? Did he break up with you?"

"No, Dean. Stop. I don't want to talk about it."

He puts his hands in the air. "Fine. Fine. Let's talk about the bruises on your face and back."

"What?" you exclaim almost too fast.

He points to your shoulder where your loose sweater is hanging down a little. "Right there. It's bruised and I can see that it was a cut that is still healing."

You pull the fabric up your shoulder.

"And for the past few months, you've usually had at least a few bruises either on your back or your face."

You touch your cheek where a particularly nasty bruise had recently healed. "I told you. The one on my face was from when I tripped down the stairs. It's gone now."

"So what? I don't care that it's gone. I care about the cuts and bruises that keep appearing." He leans his arms on his knees and looks you in the eye. "Trust me. I've been through enough pain and suffering to tell when someone else is going through hell too."

You look down at your hands in your lap. 

"Tell me the truth. Is George hurting you?"

You feel Dean glaring at you, pressing you for some kind of answer. Slowly, you look up and meet his emerald eyes with your sad and hurt eyes.

"Damnit." He stands and throws his pencil across the room. "How long?"

"The first time he hit me was a few months ago..." You look down at the floor again.

"I can't believe I let it go on for so long! I'm an idiot. I had a feeling something was up, but I didn't want to make assumptions. I should have brought it up earlier." He looks to you. "You can't go over to his house tomorrow like you planned. I won't let you."

"Dean... Come on. It's not a big deal."

"Yes. Yes it is! He deserves to pay. He shouldn't have messed with my best friend."

"Dean!" You finally get his attention. "This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. You can't go attack him. You have to realize that I still love him and he promised never to lose his temper again."

"How many times has he said that? I bet this isn't the first time." With that he storms out of the room.

"Dean!" you shout after him, "Don't hurt him."

"Don't worry. We're just going to have a nice talk."

"Dean. I still love him."

"You love the person he used to be not who he is now." 

You gaze out the front window of your house for Dean to return. You tap your finger anxiously as you watch the cars drive by.

You hear the ringing of your phone and check who it is. George. You hold the phone to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Look. I'm sorry for everything I did to you. I can't ask for your forgiveness, but we need to break up. I can't go a day without feeling guilty and I know I can't take any of it back. I need my space and I need to move on. Sorry."

"It's ok," you say, a tear falling down your cheek, "I understand." 

Then he hangs up, leaving you in the silence of your house.

Another ten minutes later, Dean pulls into the driveway. You let him in and the two of you sit in the living room.

"What'd you say to him?"

"Nothing much. I just basically told him the truth and he freaked out and called you to break up."

"Thanks, Dean." You look him in the eyes and muster a smile.

He leans forward and pulls you in for a hug. His long arms wrap around you and you settle into his warmth.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you mean when you said that you'd been through enough pain and suffering to see mine? Why did you think Sam told me something?"

He pulls away to look at me. "Now, that is something I can't tell you about just yet."