Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Dean Winchester Imagine

What did he do?

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This chapter will be circling around Dean most of the time, but you will be mentioned in it. Just—I hope you like it. :)

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Dean ran a hand through his hair. "Throw me one, Sammy." He ordered, holding out his hand. He was laying down on the map table in the library, his other hand holding up his phone. "Dean, get off the table and I will." "Fuck you, Sammy." Dean grumbled and rolled off, landing in a chair. "Dean..." Sam sat across from him with his eyebrows scrunched in worry. "Why are you staring at your phone?" From his tone, Dean finally looked up from the dark device screen.

"[Y/N]." Was all he said. Sam could tell from the look in his brothers eyes that he was expecting you to call.

Suddenly Dean's phone began to ring. If buzzed and shook, but all Dean did was stare at it in a daze. You were his ex—but for some reason you both remain friends and cared for each other still. "What are you doing? Answer it!" Sam said loudly, and Dean picked up the phone and answered it in one move. "Hello?" He said, beckoning to Sam for that beer he asked for earlier.

"Dean?"

Dean didn't say anything, but finally did. "[Y/N]? Is that you?" He said slowly, his eyes wide and he stared at the beer now in his hand. "Hey, I just needed to hear your voice." Dean didn't say anything, but Sam saw how hard he was gripping his beer bottle that something was wrong. "What's wrong?" Dean finally said, his voice leaking in some emotion. Your voice...it wasn't the same. For a moment Dean thought it was a shifter or another monster. If was just that...your voice was devoid of emotion. It was flat, dull, tired.

And Dean knew what tired was.

"What? Dean, I'm fine. Just...tired that's all."

Sam watched intently and he slowly moved out of Dean's throwing way. Something was bound to be thrown, something always was. "Bullshit, I know you're lying! Don't think I don't know what that means," he raised his voice and stood up abruptly. Sam went and acted like he was browsing some books, but in reality he was trying to protect himself from the minutes-from-shattering beer bottle. "Whatever, I have to go. Nick—" "Please don't lie to me," Dean said into the phone, sitting back down. "Please." From across the line, Dean could hear your voice break.

"I'm tired, and he—he—"

"Shh, calm down, shorty. Tell me; what did the bastard do?"

"I can't...I just, I don't care what you do. Go to him, ask him."

You hung up and Dean looked at his phone before hurling the beer at the wall, stalking out of the room. But not before grabbing Baby's keys. Sam peeped out from crouching behind the bookcase and sighed at the mess. Damnit, Dean. He could at least clean up, Sam thought before walking into the kitchen.

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"Tell me, you son of a bitch!"

Your boyfriend, Nick, was frightened under Dean's intense grip. Dean slammed Nick into the wall again, roughly and hard. "Now!" Nick grabbed Dean back and landed a punch on his jaw. Dean glowered and pulled back his free fist, punching him repeatedly. "Ok! Ok! Stop it!" Nick spat blood on Dean and shoved him away when the grip loosened. "I—she borough it up on herself—" Dean stopped him.

Dean was flexing his bruised fists, still teetering on the edge of teaching him the hard way. Why you decided to hook up with this bitch after him was a mystery to Dean. "[Y/N] didn't bring anything on herself, talk before I make you wish you hadn't hurt her." Nick pressed the hem of his shirt to his cut eyebrow, pissed.

"I yelled at her."

Dean didn't move. "What?" "I yelled at her," he said vaguely again. "Just tired...that's all." Dean slammed him back into the wall, punching him again. Nick shouted out but Dean hit him back again. "You bitch!" Dean snarled his green eyes stormy. "You called her things! You did worse things!" The next thing Dean and Nick knew: Nick was unconscious on the ground.

Dean was still pissed, but he left to go see you.

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You paced the room, staring at Dean. "What did you do?" He shrugged, standing up and grabbing ahold of your shoulders. "Stop worrying," he said, his green eyes boring into yours, "everything's fine." You backed away and out of his hold, throwing up your hands. "That's where your wrong! Everything is not fine!" Dean frowned and the next thing you knew, you were in a warm embrace. "Calm down, shh..."

Slowly, your body relaxed and you leaned into him for support. "Everything is okay, trust me." Against better judgement that you had and should've known, you stopped worrying and trusted the older Winchester.

Maybe he was right: everything was okay, and you had nothing to be worrying about.

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Sorry for the pathetic chapter.

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Ran out of ideas halfway through, bleh.

Anyway, another update is coming to save the day! Wait and watch for that one, Ladies and Gents, because this one is the one you all have been waiting for, one that I haven't done in a while...

A CASTIEL IMAGINE
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Ok, I hope everyone had a good weekend ((TWO DAYS TOO LATE)) and a good day. Ok, bye!

Wait, what do you think of the new cover? I like it, especially since my Sammykins is the cover with his one shoe :3