Supernatural Imagines{Completed}

Unspoken Words

Dean×Reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, death (temporary), mentions of torture, slight smut (hardly), angst.

First Person

What the actual fuck was going on. One second I was sleeping in a motel with Dean and the second I am in what seems like the end of the world. Dean and I moved across the trashed and empty road. I turned to look around when I saw it. In red spray paint spelt 'Croatoan' on the side of a building.

"Dean. Look." I say stopping in my tracks.

"Son of a bitch." He replied glancing to the building. "Well it isn't safe in the middle of nowhere so let's get going." He continued walking grabbing a knife that he found on the road.

We rounded the corner before we heard rustling. "Stay here. Don't move, and I will be right back." He ordered searching the fog around us.

"Are you kidding? I don't have a weapon." I said but I was too late. He was already gone. I picked up a bent crowbar and searched around me. The rustling continued.

I saw a shadow figure approach me and I raised the crowbar. When I saw it was Dean, I dropped it.

"Oh thank God, I thought you were a creature, Dean. You scared the hell out of me." He walked forward and eyed me carefully. "Dean, are you okay?" I ask.

"Y/n?" His voice was rough and hoarse. It wasn't until I saw a different set of clothing on him.

"You're not Dean." I go to pick up the crowbar when-

Crack!

Blackness instantly surrounded me.

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I could hear faint voices away from me. My eyes fluttered open before shutting at the sudden light intensity. I noticed the soft bedding underneath me.

"Dean? You wouldn't believe the bizarre dream I had. You were just as confused as I was. We were in some abandoned city with the Croatoan virus and you left me for dead. I saw you come up to me again-" I stopped when I opened my eyes again. This was not the motel. I shot up instantly regretting it as a headache grew in pain.

"Wasn't a dream." Dean said and I looked at him, or well both of them. One stood, the one that hit me in the head. My Dean was tied to a pole giving me a bitch face.

"What the hell is going on!?" I yell and the other Dean walked forward not taking his eyes off me.

"He says you are from a different year?" He sat down next to the bed I was laid on. I nod.

"2009... Why?" I ask.

"This is 2014." My Dean said. Well Dean 1.

"Wait so you are future Dean and what this is, is the future where everything goes to hell?" I say sitting up fully. I noticed the shackles attached to my left ankle. "And why am I chained up by my ankle. You should know better than that, you chain by the hands to make it easier for-" I stopped slipping my foot from the cuff. "Escape." I say with a smile.

"It really is you." Future Dean stated smiling slightly. "I knew you could slip it with ease. You always did." He says frowning a bit now. My smile faded.

"Can I ask you something? Shouldn't there be a future me?" He flinched and I instantly regretted asking. I looked at Dean 1 and he had his eyebrows furrowed.