Supernatural Imagines (Requests Accepted)

Long Gone Flames (Dean X Requested 11)

I had just entered your house when my phone rang in my pocket. I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that it was Bobby Singer's number lighting up the screen. Confusion spread across your face as I picked up.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey Alex, this is Bobby Singer." His voice rang.

"Yeah,long time no see. What's up?" I asked as you shut the door behind you.

"There was a shifter case nearby and I was wondering if you could help Sam and Dean since they were on their way over to your place."

"Well sure, I guess."

"Thanks I owe ya one."

"You don't owe me anything Bobby."

"Sure as hell I do, I should get going, I got research of my own to do."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye," he said before the line had gone dead.

Years before my father had passed away, he was a hunter and had helped out the Winchesters from time to time. In exchange they had helped me out in anyway possible. But I rarely heard from the boys after my father had passed and your romantic flame with Dean had diminished. I figured that they did not want my help because I am female and racially different from them. I really hated that there was a racial divide even nowadays when segregation should be long dead. So that meant that I was on my own a lot to take on hunts. Thankfully I remembered what my father had taught me and that I kept all of his equipment. He had a whole chest full of different items and I was always in awe when I was smaller. Although my father did not let me touch any of it and I would get in trouble when I did try to look at it.

I saw a black Chevrolet Impala pull into the driveway and I saw the two boys sitting in the front seat. I smiled as I walked casually out of my house to greet them.

"Hey Sam and Dean," I said as the smile kept playing across your lips. They both had greeted me with warm hugs before I lead them in the house.

"Can I get you two anything to drink before we crack open this case?" I offered.

"Got any beer?" Dean asked as he sat down at my kitchen table. I nodded and then dug in the fridge for three beers, I figured it wouldn't hurt for me to have one too every now and then. I set a beer down in front of each of them before I sat beside Dean. I could smell his musky cologne and stale beer, just like I had always remembered. For some reason I still was in love with that smell because it reminded me of all the good times I had.

"So what did you guys find out about this shifter case that Bobby was rambling about?" I asked popping the cap off the beer.

"The usual, strange disappearances, then the town hero goes on a killing rampage. Killing everyone they hated in the slightest. And then we got to the P.D. before stopping here and checking out the video footage, seeing the retinal flares that the camera caught." Dean said popping the cap off and taking a big swig of beer.Sam had then opened up his laptop and showed me an news article about the shifter.

"How far away is this case?" I said skimming through the article.

"Less than a mile," Dean said stoically.

"Holy shit," I muttered setting my beer down and looking up at Dean. I felt the color drain from my face, all due to the fact that this was how my father had died. His partner mistook him for the shifter and shot him, killing him instantly.

"You don't have to do this Alex, Bobby sent Dean and I to protect you," Sam commented.

"Why did he send you two? I can protect my damn self, I am not as freaking foolish as my father was," I spat slamming my bottle down on the table before I got up to walk outside. I slammed the back door and walked off into the forest behind my house. As I was walking, I heard leaves crunching behind me, letting me know that someone was following me. I whipped around to see Dean standing there.

"What do you want?" I said as I rolled my eyes.

"To protect you, Alex, I still love you," he said barely above a whisper. I just stood there for a minute, dumbfounded at what he had just sat to me.

"I still love you too Dean," I said as my voice cracked, on the verge of tears. He moved closer to me, closing the gap between our lips. After a minute I backed up, just looking at him again. He used to kiss me like that when we'd always get upset or something bad was bound to happen. I knew this was going to be bad, but damn did I miss that kiss. Just then I heard more leaves crunching and Sam was standing there.

"We should get going," Sam had said.

"Yeah, let's get going," I said barely audible and followed Sam back to the car with Dean trailing behind me. We all walked over to the Impala in an awkward silence, then we all had gotten in. I sat in the back staring out the window as Dean had started the car. I started to wonder whether I should re-kindle the flame with Dean again or not.