Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean Imagine Part 1

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica
Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te ... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.

The evil black smoke shoots out of your body and spreads across the warehouse ceiling until it dissipates into nothing. You slump over in your chair, which you are still bound to in ropes and chain. Sam looks at Dean.

"Dean, check the girl!" he yells to him. Dean runs over to your limp body and grabs your wrist.

"She's got a pulse." He says to Sam, as he picks you up bridal style.

"Well, what do we do with her?" Sam asks him.

"I guess we got to bring her back to the motel with us." Dean tells Sam as he pushes the hair out of your face.

"Dude, no way." Sam says.

"WELL WHAT ELSE ARE WE GONNA DO WITH HER?!" Dean yells. He's obviously getting angry that Sam doesn't want him to care for you. 

"Okay. But its your fault if she gets in the way." Sam gives in. Dean furrows his perfect eyebrows and holds you tighter as they walk you out to the Impala. As they approach the car, your eyes flutter open and the first thing to see is a strange man holding you.

"Wh-who are you? Whats going on?" you question, wincing in pain.

"I'm Dean. This is my brother, Sam." he nods his head towards him. "You were possessed by a demon. We're gonna take care of you." You nod your head slightly and fall asleep in Dean's arms. When you wake up again, you're on a motel bed, and Sam and Dean are in the kitchen.

"We can't just KEEP her here!" Sam says in a loud whisper.

"Sammy, she could have died. BECAUSE OF US. We owe it to her." Dean responded, struggling to stay quiet. You're still pretending to be asleep.

"She's gonna get in the way. She's weak, she can't defend herself. And we can't leave her here alone." Sam counters. Dean, not knowing what to say, scowls and storms out of the room. You "wake up" and look at Sam. He looks at you and walks into the bathroom, slamming the door.

*Flashback*

You stomp into the living room, slamming the door, where your mother, father, and 12 year old sister sit watching TV.

"Hello, Honey!" your mother smiles. 

"Shut up." You snap. Well, not actually you, but the demon possessing you. Your family looks flabbergasted.

"Don't speak to your mother that way." You father angrily says, standing up. Your glare at him and snap his neck from all the way across the room. Your sister and mother scream. You first look at your mother and grab your fathers shotgun, shooting her. Your sister sobs as your approach her. Somehow you're able to take control of your body, for just a second. 

"RUN! ABIGAL RUN!" You scream to your sister. The demon quickly takes over again and shoots at the door, where your little sister was able to escape.

Dean walks into the kitchen where he find you crying in the corner. He runs over to you and sits down next to you. You look into his beautiful emerald green eyes.

"All those people I killed. My own parents, Dean." You choke out, almost a whisper. "And my sister. She's only 12, and god knows where she is. She's probably dead. It's all because of me." Dean pulls you into his lap and you rest your head on his shoulder with your arms around his neck.

"Hey, I know what it feels like. To feel like it's your fault. To feel like YOU killed those people. But it wasn't you, I promise. It was that damn demon." Dean comforts you.

"But it was MY body. MY hands killed those people. The hands that killed my family." The tears start streaming down your face. "My family... is dead." 

"But you saved your sister. Your sister is alive, because of YOU." Dean grips you tighter and kisses your head. You look up at him, sadness in your eyes. You can see Dean staring at your lips, contemplating if he should kiss you or not. You smile and press your lips against his. He's tense at first, but both of you fall into it. You both sit there for several minutes, but it feels like hours, lip locked. And you realize,

You are in love with a Winchester