Various x Reader One Shots And Imagines

Dean x Reader: Home is Where The Heart Is

This lil' nugget was requested by intrigue810 . Okay, this one is REALLY LONG, just gonna say that much. It's like an entire episode of Supernatural in one imagine so yay here ya go a nice long one :) Also I am horrible at coming up with titles please forgive me.

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That tree. Sam had been drawing that tree over and over again. Dean and I were starting to get concerned. He never did things like that before. Not until Jess died. It broke him, the poor guy. He hasn't been the same since. But this... This was no exception.

"Wait, I've seen this." Sam muttered, looking at his papers. Confused, I asked him what he meant.

"Seen what?" I asked. Sam got up from the bed, and went over to his duffel bag.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked after I got no response. After a few moments of digging around, he pulled out a picture of the Winchester family from when he was a baby. It broke my heart to see the hurt in his eyes upon seeing his broken family. They didn't deserve this. No one would. Sam held up his drawing next to the picture. Then he looked up to us.

"Dean, I know where we have to go next." Sam stated.

"Where?" Dean asked, curious to see what location was so important that it was haunting his dreams.

"Back home - back to Kansas."

"Lawrence?" I thought. "What there is so important?"

"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?" Dean asked cocking his head in a cute fashion. Everything he did was cute, but that especially.

Sam showed us the photo. It was taken outside of their old home, and in the photo, was the tree. That tree.

"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where mom died?" Sam said. I looked at Dean, awaiting an answer.

"Yeah" Was all Dean said. He must've been reminiscing, memories of the house, and his family, coming back.

"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?"

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Dean pried, trying to figure out what his little brother was getting at. I wanted to say so many things, ask more questions. But I didn't know a lot about what was happening, and I figured questions would make the situation worse.

"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but... The people who live in our old house - I think they might be in danger." My eyes widened in fear. If this was the case, and that same... Thing... Was with those people too, they may not make it out alright.

"Why would you think that?" I asked, trying to get some more details.

"Uh... It's just, um... Look, just trust me on this, okay?" Sam said, waving it off as he began to walk away. Dean got up, flustered, and followed him.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" Dean questioned, his tone unbelieving and irritated.

"Yeah."

"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that." Dean reasoned. I felt the same way, to be honest.

"I can't really explain it is all." Sam told us.

"Well, tough. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do." I shot Sam a pitied glance. Dean stood there, waiting expectantly for his brother to open up. As much as I loved Dean, he could be too hard on Sam. I walked over to Sam and sat him on the bed. I put my arm around his shoulders, to which Dean visibly tensed. Why, I don't know. I rubbed Sam's shoulder soothingly.