Supernatural Imagines

Shotgun Shells Dean X Reader

*Requested by KeannaLaderoute

Song: Distance -Christina Perri

I opened the creaky gates of the cemetery and carefully tiptoed in. Just a normal salt and burn is just what I need. Too many damn shapeshifters and witches.

I walked over to the grave sight of Porter Dries. He has been killing women with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes.

Women who look like his cheater wife.

While he had tried to kill me too. I had (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes too. I grabbed the shovel and began to dig.

Eventually after an hour or so of digging I had finally gotten to the coffin. I pried it open and saw the old decayed bones of Porter.

I took my holy water and salt. I poured it over the bones and climbed over to the side of the hole. I grabbed my match box from my pocket and lit it.

I threw the match in the grave and watch the bones go up in flames. I sighed and heard footsteps behind me.

Shit, it's the police. I turned around and saw two men. One was extremely tall and and had longish hair. The other shorter one a green eyed beauty, and was sexy if I'm being honest.

"Who are you?" The taller one demanded. He pointed a shot gun in my face. I just smirked and kicked it out of his hands.

Before he could pick it up, I was halfway across the graveyard. I heard a gunshot and rock salt grazed my side.

I grimaced but kept running. I slammed through the gates and ran to my car. It was an old (F/C) Chevy truck.

I turned the ignition and drove off to the motel I was staying at.

I parked my truck and rushed to my room. I sat on my bed and grabbed my med kit. I grabbed the cloth and poured water onto it.

I touched it to the wound and grimaced. I dabbled the water to clean it then set the bloody cloth down.

The rock salt just grazed me, so I don't need to stitch myself up. I bandaged myself up and lied on my bed.

That was way too close.

I turned off the bedside lamp and slowly fell into a painful slumber.

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I woke up and stretched, grimacing at the pain. I looked at my clock and it was already ten. I have to get to Bobby's.

I grabbed my keys and grimaced. My wound still hurts really bad. I grabbed my bag and hoisted it up.

I checked out of my room and hopped in my truck. I started it and let the engine rumble for a little.

I switched the gear and started driving off to Sioux Falls.

I pulled up into the junkyard and stopped my car. I pulled out the ket and the engine died down.

I got out of the truck, grabbing my bag. I walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

Bobby answered it and gave me a hug. "It's been too long kid." He says. I nod in agreement.

He lets go of me and I walk inside. "Still doing all the research for everyone?" I ask.

Bobby nods and sits down at his table. I sit down carefully across from him and rub my side.

"What happened? You look like your aching like a ninety year old woman." He asks. I laugh and nod.

"Salt and burn, got shot by rock salt. It's a long story." I say. He nods "Well I guess I'll have to hear it later-."

He's cut off by the door opening and two men walk in. "I have two guests coming in." Bobby finishes.

I look closer and I feel the color drain from my face. Those people who shot me weren't cops, they were hunters.

And I was staring right at them.

"Shit." I mumble to myself. I peer up and see them looking at me. "What? You guys know each other or something?" Bobby asks.

I nod "They're the guys who shot me." The shorter and sexy one looked confused. "He was the one with the gun." He points to the other man.

"Well whatever, what's done is done." I say. "Well, (Y/N) I guess you can help me with research." Bobby says.

3 weeks later....

So I stayed at Bobby's for three weeks or so. I helped him with answering phones and research. I found out that the men's names were Sam and Dean.

I had I little thing for Dean.

I sat at the kitchen table with my beer in one hand. I took a sip then put it back on the table. I rubbed my temples.

I really needed rest, but I needed to stay up. Dean walks into the kitchen and looks me over.

"You see something you like?" I laugh. He smiles and sits down beside me. "Maybe, maybe not." I smile and continue to search up Djinn weaknesses.

"You should take a break (Y/N), your brains going to explode." Dean says. I wave him off then yawn. "It's okay."

He shakes his head "I'll take over." I yawn and type and get up, but my legs are stuck to the floor. "Can you help me up?" I ask sleepily.

He nods and I wrap my arm around his neck. He lifts me off my chair then sets me on my feet. He leads me upstairs to my room and sets my on my bed.

I close my eyes, half asleep. "Thank you Dean, I love you." I say, not realizing what I said.

"I love you too (Y/N), now go to bed." I feel lips on my forehead. When I hear the door shut, I feel the lingering ghost kiss.

And that! Was the beginning of an amazing relationship.

1 and a half years later

I stood at the altar in my long flowing white gown. The veil covering my face and my tears.

I could still see the green eyed man standing in front of me.

That man, Dean Winchester, is going to become my husband.

"Do you take Dean Winchester to become your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." I reply.

"You may kiss the bride."

Dean gently lifts his hands and lifts my veil over my head.

His eyes meet mine and I smile as big as I can.

It's lame I know, but It's a chapter.

BYEEEE SQUISHIES!!!!!

-Squishy Queen