Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Dean Winchester Imagine

'Cause certain things hurt and you're my only virtue

Ker-bump. Tick, tick, tick, tick.

The only noise that broke the car silence was the road bumps and the turning signals. You and the boys were returning to the bunker after a hunt, a dangerous one at that. You had barely escaped; two broken ribs, two bleeding forearms, a shiner, and a headache. Sam, on the other hand, was less worse than you. The best of vampires you guys were hunting had been bigger than expected, but you and the boys had destroyed the nest. Sam had a concussion, a dislocated  knee, bruises dotting his skin, and cut running down his side. Dean, on the other hand, had less damage, but it still hurt. Man, that guy was good at hiding his pain. Except for a a few winces and shifting, Dean didn't show any signs of pain—or any signs of what he hurt.

Soon, the bunker came into view and you clambered out, wincing. "Help me with Sam." You heard the coldness and detach in Dean's voice, as you didn't want to see how his eyes looked. Cold, heartless, full of hatred towards you for almost killing everyone. You nodded numbly and helped Sam, vowing to yourself silently. "Ugh," Sam groaned sitting down. You tried to tend to his cut, but your body was roughly shoved away from him. Sam looked up, a look of sadness and anger evident. "Go away, Dean. She's better," he said, mustering up as much anger in his voice as possible. You shook your head, ignoring the pain riveting throughout your body. "It's fine, honestly. I don't deserve to be near you guys." You said the last part so quietly, you didn't even hear it.

So, instead, you tended to your wounds. It wasn't the best, considering you did it sloppily and hurt, but it would make do. You wrapped your rib cage tightly, a whimper escaping your lips and tears springing to your eyes. Yet, despite the pain, you couldn't ignore the smug look on Dean's face; almost saying that you deserved it. You do.

Tired and hurt both emotionally and physically, you tried to say sorry to Sam and Dean before heading to bed. "Sam—" before you could finish, Dean interrupted you. "Go away. You've done enough harm as it is." You frowned, shaking slightly from the dizzying pain. "I...u-uh wanted to s-say sorry," you stammered, gulping down your dry throat. Dean rolled his eyes and turned away, Sam trying to get up. "Dean, she isn't ok—" "She's fine, Sam! Sit down and let me take care of you!" You turned away and limped back to your room, hearing someone following. Hope got the best of you and you thought it was Dean coming to apologise and check on you.

Wrong. You got the Dean part right, but not the apologising and checking one. "You could've killed all of us back there," he said lowly, making you stop and take in a breath. You didn't turn around. "Aren't you even going to say sorry? Is that what you're trying to do? Kill us!" You still didn't turn. Tears sprung to your eyes, and anger surged through your veins. "You asshole! Did you even stop to ask that I was trying my best? That I might've gotten hurt too? Did you even consider the fact that I might've ruined things, but tried to salvage them?" Your eyes were fiery pits of hell, your frame still shaking.

Dean thought it was from anger.

What you said was true. You had saved his life when a vampire came up behind him and you took the beating and killed it. You did the same for Sam. "Don't get mad at me because you don't know how to survive! You shouldn't have chosen this—" your started to scream, forgetting that Sam could hear. "Did you think I wanted this? No! I was going to become a journalist for a newspaper, I was going to find love and a husband, I was going to have kids and a family! I never wanted this, I never wanted your help back then! You just bust in and decided, 'lets go save her because that's what we always do.' I didn't need your help! If you didn't, I could have that life I dreamed of!" Dean glowered, his green eyes dark pits of a burning forest. "It's not my fault I saved someone from being killed! And it certainly not my fucking fault you had dreams as a fucking child! Everything dies, and maybe you should too!"

You stopped, your body going still. Dean was breathing heavily and you turned away again, the process to breath getting harder. "I've considered it, leaving you know." You said out of nowhere. "And it always seems appealing every single night, you know?" Dean went quiet, and you could hear Sam's breathing shaky. "Then go. Leave. We don't need you help, and you're not welcome here." Despite what he said, you heard Sam yell: "yes you are! Don't listen to him!" Not even a smile cracked your lips. "If that's what you want." You briskly opened your door, opening a bag and throwing everything in messily in less than three minutes. If didn't take long, you didn't have much stuff. Plus, you weren't taking any reminders.

Dean saw you walk out and he leaned off the wall. "[Y/N], I wasn't—" you stopped looking at him for the first time, really looking at him. Your eyes were swimming in tears of sadness and pain. "No." You said softly. "I'm doing this because I want to and because I care." Dean never did figure out what you meant, because by the time he had the balls to ask you what you meant; you were gone.

_

The seat was cold, and your bag was heavy. You sat against the plastic cover, shivering in the rain. It was later, and it was cold. You were at a bus stop, wanting to leave to the farthest town from here. You heard a car coming up, and you saw it roll to a stop and a window come down. "Get in the car, [Y/N]!" Dean called, looking at your soaked figure, his heart panged for you. You shook your sopping wet head. Your eyes were fierce still. "No. I'm not welcomed." Dean sighed, getting out. "Well, you're welcomed. And you shivering, just get and don't make thing difficult." You shook your head. "I don't want to go back."

"Well, two people want you back."

"Sam and who? 'Cause as far as I know of, only one person there wants me." You glared him in the eye as he sat next to you, a couple feet away. "And it sure as hell ain't you." Dean frowned and scooted closer, noticing that you were dry and your hair was only wet now. "You're still shaking despite being dry..." He said, worry in his features. "No, dip shit." You drawled, your arm shaking roughly before going back to soft. Dean got up and picked you up, ignoring your desperate attempts to get away. "I don't like this, and I have a bad feeling." His voice held so much raw emotion, it overwhelmed you. "Spinning," you panicked before darkness swarmed over you.

_

"...seizure from hit behind the..." "...good we caught it soon or it could've become an..."

You blinked and stirred, seeing Dean and Sam and a Doctor. "Good, you're awake." You whimpered and touched your head, opening your mouth and nothing coming out. "Ah, yes. You can't speak for awhile." You frowned and pointed to your head, having heard some conversation. "You had a seizure, [Y/N]." Dean said, his voice cracking. "In the passenger seat shortly after you passed out." Sam was shaking with nervousness and your throat got suddenly dry again. "If I hadn't gotten to you sooner...you could've—" his voice choked and he looked away, guilt covering his face.

The doctor looked between the three and leave you guys alone for some privacy. "Damnit, because of me you could've died!" You jumped at his tone, grabbing a board and writing quickly. No. It's mine for almost killing you guys. At that, Dean exploded. "No! No, you didn't do anything wrong! If I just paid more attention to you this never would have happened..." Dean, I'm fine. I deserved it anyways. Sam spoke up this time. "No you are not," his voice was firm. "and we didn't even see you get hit in the head." You turned away, drawing more attention. You wrote, stalling and finally showing them. I got thrown to the ground and wall twice stopping two vamps... Dean and Sam stared expectantly at you, their eyes worried. "When? Tell us." When I saved Dean.

It was quiet. Then Dean got up and threw a lovely case across the room, shattering it. His chest was heaving and he was shaking now. You saw his eyes water and you motioned for Sam to leave, knowing he hated when his brother cried. But, it happened. Dean had the weight of the world on his shoulders, and it made him fall a few times. "I did this," he cried, your arms holding him close. "Because me and my stubbornness, you almost died." You frowned and ran your hand through his hair comfortingly. No, not you. It was me. You thought but couldn't say. Suddenly, Dean was holding your face between his hands. Your faces were inches apart, leaving no room for curiosity and what was going to happen.

His lips smashed against yours, surprisingly soft. It was short and sweet, but it seemed long and hot. "I'm sorry. I never wanted you to leave, I want you by my side. And I never, ever, hate you. I love you, [Y/N]." With that, you brought his face back to yours, your lips in sync and molded together. You pulled away and smiled, your tears coming down. "Me too," you croaked out, hugging him and taking in a deep breath and you both cried together.