Supernatural Imagines{Completed}

Love Hurts

Dean×Reader

Warnings: swearing, season 11 spoilers, angst.

First Person

The ride back to the bunker was silent. Sam was driving Baby and I sag in the back staring out as rain fell from the gray sky. I didn't get any sleep last night, all I could think about was what happened yesterday with the Qareen. It was Valentine's day, and Dean and I were having a great time. Until he kissed the victim, which was a little upsetting but he made up for it. I figured his deepest, darkest desire would be me, I was far too wrong.

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I quietly made my way down the steps of the salon. Sam was trying to find the heart. As I reached the bottom I froze in place. My heart shattered as I saw what Dean desired. Amara.

Tears broke their barriers as I gripped the silver knife in my hand. I knew Dean saw me, but he didn't say anything. He was trying to keep the Qareen distracted long enough. I couldn't take it anymore. I rushed up behind her and tried stabbing her behind the back to stop her. Which resulted to nothing.

"Shit." I muttered and she turned with a smirk on her lips. She flicked her wrist and I went flying to the opposite wall. A grunt fell from my lips as I made harsh contact to the solid surface.

"Son of a bitch." I mumble and stand up. I was closer to Dean and I limped toward him, grabbing his chin and kissed him. I could see from the corner of my eye, the Qareen shift into my desire. Which of course was Dean, I mean no one could get my heart beating faster than him.