Supernatural Imagines

Kidnapped deanxreader

"Dean I can take care of myself! Don't forget that I've been alone all my life and I turned out fine!" You yelled at Dean,
"No (Y/N) you didn't! You turned out a hunter!" He yelled back. You felt tears sting your eyes. You needed to get out,
"Screw you, Winchester" you said as you walked out of the kitchen.
"Wait!" You heard Dean call and footsteps approach. You immediately grabbed your car keys and ran up the stairs leading into the garage. You sped out and away from the bunker as fast as you could, making sure Dean didn't try and follow you.
You and Dean didn't normally fight. It had been the last few weeks when all the tension started. He kissed you first, so you weren't exactly in a relationship, but you both had feelings for each other. After the kiss Dean became extremely protective. He would barely even let you leave the bunker without an escort. You really liked Dean and we really close with him, but he had taken it too far. You thought about everything as you drove, you didn't know what was going to happen after you ran out of road.
Finally after hours of driving you pulled off into a old motel on the side of the highway. You payed for a night and found your room. It was small and there were cobwebs in the corners. The bed was stiff and it was freezing but it was better then sleeping in your car. You quickly changed into your pjs and stuck your pistol under one of the mattresses, just in case. After locking the door you slipped under the covers, falling into a sound sleep. 

You woke up to the sound of your door being kicked open. You felt two hands grab your collar and yank you out of your bed and throw you to the floor. You try to ignore the sting in your back and you attempted to stand up but felt the hands pin you back to the ground. It was too dark for you to see your attackers face but you guessed it was a demon based on the strong sulfur scent and by the size of the body you assumed it was a man. You felt a hard fist come down on your cheek-bone and you started to get dissy. After a few more punches the throbbing was too strong and you passed out.

When you woke up you registered that you were sitting in a chair, tied down by thick bounds around your arms and waist. You're head was throbbing but you knew you weren't bleeding. You opened your eyes and were happy to discover that you were still in your hotel room, at least if you escaped you knew where you were. It was dark in the room, lights were off and curtains were shut. You hear the doorknob being turned  and panic kicks in. You start trying to pull and yank out of the ropes, but you couldn't break free. The door opens the light from the hallways enters. You see the shape of a large man enter the room. He turns and shuts the door, you could hear his footsteps getting closer.

"Now sweet pea, I dont wanna harm ya, but if you don't tell me what I wanna hear, I won't hesitate." The man says. He was a deep voice and a strong southern accent. You chuckle at him and mock his accent,

"Well darn, 'cuz I'm not telling ya anything about no one." 

"I wanna know where the Winchester's are, and you better tell me," he says as he leans down, closer to your face. His breath smelled of rum and cigarette smoke, you coughed and started breathing through your mouth, attempting to not smell the stench. Then all of a sudden the door bursts open, light flooding the room, you couldn't see what was happening because the man was blocking your view. Before the man even got a chance to turn around, his body light up from his stomach and he slumped to the ground. 

Standing behind his was Dean, holding the demon blade that was covered in blood. You let out a loud sigh of relief when you saw Deans bright smile when you caught his eye. He then came closer slashed the bounds around your stomach and wrists. Before you even had time to stand up, you felt a weight push you back until your back hit the wall. Deans lips crushed into yours aggressively and he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission. It took you a second to realize what he was doing but began kissing him back, matching his passion. One of his arms was gripping your waist and the other was on the wall next to your head, you ran your hand through his hair and tugged him closer. After a minute or two you both pulled away, gasping for air,

"Don't you ever...run away again" Dean said between breaths.