《The Unnatural》Reader x Supernatural

No Arguments

"Hey. C'mon." Dean said with frustration plastered across his features.

Air slowly filled your lungs and your vision cleared. You coughed at the sudden intake of oxygen as Dean assisted you in sitting up, collected blood from your face beating spluttering out; the pain in your chest causing you to wince. You spit a mouth full of blood to the ground at your side. You steadied your breath best you could and looked over to Dean.

"What took you so long, princess?" You gave a faint bloodied smile with your voice rough as gravel.

"You okay?" He asked as he studied your face, which you were sure looked like a severely bruised pomegranate.

"I'm good."

Dean squinted his eyes in disbelief; his gaze falling to your neck and then to your throbbing wrist you were trying to ignore. He reached for your injured wrist, you quickly pulled it away from him.

"I'm good, Dean." You tried to convince him; he shook his head in annoyance.

"You don't know when to let people help you, do you?" Dean's jaw clenched.

"I think we have that in common." You smiled the best you could.

"Pack what you need for the road." Sam demanded softly as he gift wrapped the decapitated head in an old box and taped it shut.

"What?" You asked as your hand found a large gash on your head; a quick breath whipped through your teeth.

"Until this all blows over you are staying with us." Dean grunted as he stood and examined your bleeding scalp.

"Like hell I am!" You scoffed. "I just met you what? Five hours ago? There is no way."

"Apparently, you think we need you to get through to the Leviathans; Sam agrees with you. I would love to leave you here and just let you call us with updates, but let's not forget that's how Frank ended up being Levi chow. You obviously can't protect yourself, so you're coming with us. We'll keep you safe."

"I can too protect myself." The end of your statement slurring.

"(Y/N), you're coming." Sam restated.

"Even if we have to kidnap you." Dean added.

"Fine but-"

"No arguments." Dean cut you off.

"No promises." You chuckled as you wobbly stood to your feet with the help of the elder Winchester.

You gathered a deep breath and forced yourself to stand up straight when you felt like falling over.

"Just give me a minute." You stumbled into your bedroom and pulled a duffle from under the bed.

You began shoving clothes into the bag, pain coursing through your body with every movement. You went to the closet that held your weapons, dropping the two hand guns and three knives into the bag. As you zipped it shut, your head and chest twisted in agony forcing you to double over; you caught yourself from falling, clutching to your dresser for dear life with your injured hand. The pain only intensified causing an unintentional groan to fall from your lips as you pushed back the tears; you were strong, you could make it through this without tears.

"Hey!" Dean heard your cry and began marching towards you. "You said you were good."

"I am." You said through gritted teeth as you tried your hardest to stand straight.

"No you're not." He stated with a furrowed brow as he threw your bag to Sam, who was turning the corner.

"What's going on?" Sam asked with clear concern on his face.

"We need to get moving." Dean stated as he lifted you into his arms; you didn't fight him carrying you, your pure focus was controlling your pain level.

((A/N: I am sorry for not updating a while ago; writers block can be a  pain. This is a shorter chapter, but more are to come soon. Also, I am working on a Supernatural Imagines book and I will let y'all know when that is out. How are we feeling about The Unnatural? Give me you honest opinions. Till next time, Carry On.))