Supernatural Imagines

18. Dying on a Hunt | Part Four (Dean x Reader)

Dedicated to @sydtrice and @JordanHeinjus for requesting a 4th part!

This is a Dean vs Reader imagine...

Dean crouched to the ground as Cas's hand fell from his shoulder. He looked around panicked.

"Where's y/n?" He screamed standing up and looking around. Castiel's face was full of regret, and sorrow.

"I'm sorry Dean, I really didn't even think about what she was doing until it happened," his voice was heavy, and his head was bowing down. Dean was enraged,

"Where is she? Why did she do this! I became a demon to save her!" his voice getting horse, and a door opened. Sam stumbled out, dark circles still sat prominently under his eyes.

He saw Dean and blinked for a second,

"Dean?" he asked stumbling down the hallway. He hugged him tight. After he pulled back, he looked around,

"Where's y/n?"

*****

You were holding some random drunk's head down to the bar as he was crying, snot coming from his nose like a 3 year old.

"Touch me again, and I'll break your arm," you hissed under your breath. It was taking all the strength in the world not to crush his skull. You pushed him away, and walked outside. Crowley was looking at you, leaning against his car.

"I love it when you're feisty," he said standing up from the car. You laughed and put a hand on your hip.

"Who do I get to kill?" you asked with a slightly annoying voice. He smiled a smug smile and handed you a manila folder.

*****

Dean was in the shower, running his hair under the water. The hot water couldn't relax his stressed muscles.

Why did she do that? I did it to save her.  he thought running his hands through his wet hair. He reached and shut the water off. When he reached out of the shower he grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. He got out, and set to leave the room when something caught his eye.

In the front pocket of his discarded jeans. He slowly reached for it, and pulled out crumpled notebook paper.

Dean,

Look in your desk drawer. I'm sorry

- f/l/n (First Letter of Your Name)

Dean just stared at it, but wasted no time in running into his room, almost dropping his towel several times. He opened his drawers and pulled on a dark grey t-shirt. He took a couple of seconds to finish getting dressed. He stared at his desk for a couple of seconds. Hesitant to look in the drawer.

He paced for a couple of seconds, then went and pulled the drawer open. On top of the drawer sat the picture of them, and a letter in an envelope labeled out to D.

His shaky hands reached for it. When it was in his hand he grabbed, the picture, and sat down on the edge of his bed. He ripped open the letter, and began to read..

Dean,

I'm sorry.

That's probably not how I should start this but I had to start it somewhere. You've been the most amazing person I've ever met. You are probably going to be mad at me, but hopefully not for long.

I made a plan to make a deal with Crowley. If it works out, I'll be his slave for a month, and then I'll be home. I'll be back in your arms before you know it.

When you were gone, for just 3 weeks, everything was painful. Sam wasn't sleeping unless I forced him to, and I've been having nightmares. It's been hell without you D. Just make it through, and act like everything is normal when I'm gone. If you can do that for a month, then you can do it for forever.

I came in your room a couple of times when you were gone, because it was you. A year without you, would have been the most painful year of my life, and you are too important to be gone for that long. Especially doing wrong things.

When you read this, just remember that I love you, forever and for always.

Be good while I'm gone,

y/n

Dean stopped and stared at the letter. Tears started rising up in him, and he finally let them free.

******

A woman named Angelique screamed and ran away. You just followed at a slow pace, knowing she wouldn't be able to leave this house. A woman had sold her soul to Crowley. She wanted Angelique dead. You didn't care why, you were doing your job.

You could practically hear her trembling in the closet you walked past. Slowly, you stopped and stood in front of it. Using your foot you kicked the door. Swiftly pulling it open, you crouch to the ground and grab her foot. She shrieks and kicks but it doesn't faze you.

Methodically you stand in front of the balcony that looks over the rest of the house, and lean her against it. She's crying and screaming. But, you can't care. It's almost impossible.

"Sorry," you say with an ingenue smile. Her eyes grow wide as you push her off the balcony.

She hit it with a loud, sickening crack.

"Or not," you mention walking down the stairs, and out the front door.

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I'm sorry.. was that rude?

Oops.

I actually kinda enjoyed this chapter it gave me a chance to explore a deeper and darker part of this story.

Thank you to those who requested!

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Kay