Dribs and Drabs of One Shots

Dean Winchester - Incredulous Behaviour

Imagine that Dean finds out how you truly feel about him after which, a supernatural creature starts to get invovled

A/N: Guys - I am so so so sorry that it has taken me so long to post something! You would not believe how stressful moving into a student house is! Anyway, here's a little bit of Dean for you! 

Now, just as a little note - I am still accepting requests but, if I don't get any, I will be focusing on my Kai Parker short story. By all means, keep sending requests and imagines and whatnots in but I will not be writing any if I don't get any requests! 

Anyway, hope you enjoy this and will hopefully be writing for you guys soon but, if not, I can't wait for you guys to read my Kai Parker story!

Warnings: blood, descriptive fighting, angst, arguments, little bit of unwanted sexual advances

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'Dean, get him off me!' you winced as you pushed harder against the arm holding the blade.

'Little busy here, sweetheart!' Dean groaned from the other end of the room.

You struggled as you tried with all your might to push the blade away from your neck yet each second that the boys didn't help was a breath closer to death.

'He won't care if you die,' the demon grinned as he pushed harder against your strength.

'Not in the mood for counselling, thanks,' you breathed, giving the demon a quick smile before turning your head to shout 'Sam!' You tried to wiggle your other arm from out underneath you, in hope that two hands will help push off the demon yet it's body was pushing yours hard into the ground.

'I'm...' he puffed, 'trying... I can't...' The sound of Sam taking a large gasp was somehow what you needed. Summoning all your strength, you pushed hard on the demons' arm, giving your legs enough space to be planted on his chest. With a grunt, you pushed the demon hard with your boots, sending him flying off you. 

Quickly, you pulled yourself up. You shook at your hand that had been underneath you; your silver charm bracelet that Dean had gotten you for you birthday jingling. As a warning, you slowly lifted the demon killing knife, outstretching your hand. Your eyes quickly darted to Dean on the other side of the room. Clearly, you weren't the only one Sam's gasp had affected. Dean had (somehow) managed to pry off the two demons cornering him; one lying dead at his feet whilst the other was stumbling towards him.

A sinister laugh turned your attention to the demon in front of you. Though it was inhabiting a human body, the smile it gave you looked anything but. 'When I kill you, he won't even batter an eyelid.'

You smirked as you readied yourself for the hit that was no doubt about to come your way. 'Are we seriously back onto this?'

'I've seen into his mind,' the demon taunted, slowly circling you as punches and grunts filled the small office like room. 'He thinks you're somewhat of an insignificance...' Your grip tightened on the blade as your steps matched his. 'He doesn't care for you the way you do for him... Or, should I say, he doesn't love you like you love him.'

The teeth revealing grin was all it took to spur your anger. You could only see red as you lunged at the demon, dodging the right and left hooks he sent your way. You took the kick to your stomach hard, which caused you to groan in pain before dropping the knife.

Dean's scream for you kicked your anger into overdrive. In one swift and sudden movement, you leaned for your blade but was swiftly kicked again in the stomach. As you gasped for breath, you watched the demon slowly walk over to you; his clad in black figure seeming ominous as your vision blurred.