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Perdition DeanxReader

Request: Can you do a one shot/ imagine of DeanxReader, the reader being dean's girlfriend and she sees his hand print/ burn on his shoulder for the first time

Having a hunter as a boyfriend wasn't ideal, there was blood, angst and tears. But Dean Winchester was worth all of it. You had been together for three months after he had saved you from a murderous ghost stalking the halls of your apartment building and you were perfectly happy together.

Well, almost.

The truth was you had only seen each other a few times since you had started dating. Sure, you had extensive phone calls every night, but you missed him.

One Saturday night, you got a phone call from Dean. Your face lit up as he explained he was coming home for a while and wanted to spend the time with you. You had excitedly tidied your apartment and put a pie in the oven, ready for his arrival.

A couple of hours later there was a knock on the door and you swung it open, ready to leap into Dean's arms.

"Y/N, I need your help." Dean rasped as he stood there, blood caking his face and his hand clutching his stomach.

"Oh my god," you whisper shakily, moving to one side to let him in. "What did this to you?"

"Demon. That bitch was good with a knife." He replied, collapsing onto the sofa.

"Let me clean you up," you insist.

Dean just nodded in response, doing his best to sit up. Carefully, you peeled off his leather jacket and shirt, leaving him in a ripped black t-shirt. Rushing to the bathroom, you grabbed bandages, a needle and thread and a wet rag. After dumping the supplies on the seat next to Dean, you handed him a bottle of whisky which he happily swigged down with a slice of pie from the kitchen.

"I need to - um - take your shirt off." You mumble awkwardly. You and Dean hadn't gone any further than steamy make out sessions yet, but you had a rough idea of what he was hiding and you ideally wanted the first time you'd see it to be more... romantic than this situation.

"Don't worry 'bout it, sweetheart." He grinned, sensing your discomfort.

You lifted his shirt over his head and marvelled at the way his muscles rippled as he raised his arms to help you undress him. Then your gaze focused on the two stab wounds on his abdomen and you got back to work, splashing some alcohol on him for good measure, wincing at the way he groaned through his gritted teeth.

Finally, when he was all patched up, you went to move away.

"Oh, you didn't tell me you hurt your arm too." You remarked when you noticed a pink mark on his left shoulder.

"That's nothing," Dean said a little abruptly. He positioned himself so you couldn't see it, his eyes scrunching up in pain briefly as he pulled at his fresh stitches.

"Clearly it's not nothing Dean, let me see." You ordered, reaching over to grab his wrist and pull him back round to you.

You couldn't prevent the small gasp that escaped your lips when you realised the mark wasn't a mark. It was a handprint. You looked up at Dean and he turned his head, avoiding eye contact.

"Dean," your voice was low and steady. "What happened?"

He let out a chuckle that was humourless and dry. "Let's just say that there's a lot you don't know about me, sweetheart."

You sat in silence for a moment, the weight of his words practically suffocating you. Before you could comprehend what you were doing, you had pressed your right hand to the burn on his arm. Dean looked back at you, his emerald eyes asking a thousand questions.

"Dean, I really care about you," you started softly. "And I always will, regardless of your history."

He gave you a small smile. "I've been to Hell and back for my brother. That's how I got the scar and I would do it again in a heartbeat."

You listened intently, not quite sure if this was some sort of metaphor or if he was serious. He watched you carefully as you placed a kiss in the middle of the burn after he had finished talking. Then, when no more words could be said, Dean wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head on his bare chest. You gripped onto his shoulder once more, slowly drifting off to sleep in Dean's embrace.

Dating a hunter was tough, that much was true. But Dean Winchester truly was worth it.