Supernatural One-shots!

Dean.x.reader •T h e B e t•

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Imagine: Taking out a whole nest of vamps while having intense cramps.
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"I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life." You chanted over and over again in the backseat of the impala. Your head pounding and your stomach feeling like it was going to punch itself through.

"Oh come on (y/n). It can't be that bad." Dean scoffed in the drivers seat. Your eyes went into an immediate death stare that could have him begging for mercy in less than two seconds.

"Dean, a witch cursed you with period pain before and you were knocked on your ass in less then 2 seconds balled on the floor." Sam scoffed, at least a he understood the amount of effort it took to be a female.

"Yeah, but she cursed me with the worst kind." Dean lied in defence. You rolled your eyes and leaned forward in between the seats.

"Sam. Remember when you got shot six times in the stomach and you fell back with your head slamming against the hard wood floor?" You asked, a fake smile plastered on as if to restrain yourself from leaping and clawing out Deans face.

"Yeah?"

"Dean, I want you to imagine that pain but 10x worse." You said, leaning back. Your arms crossed over your stomach. "PLUS, the worse hangover you've ever had the pleasure of enduring."

Dean shivered and looked up at you through the rearview mirror, but quickly diverted.

"Don't worry. You can sit this one out if you'd like, princess? Vampires might be attracted to the blood smell," Dean said cockily with a smirk on his face, almost as if it were a dare. You gladly accepted.

"No, I feel the need to chop somethings head off." You spat, gripping the machete handle that sat lawfully beside you.

No one else said anything. Dean definitely didn't want to push it with the weapon your hand, but thought he'd look forward to you being helpless and needing his help. Little miss independent needing to be dependent for once...

You knew the game he was itching to play, and you'd gladly role the dice. Despite the amount of pain you really wanted to take it out on something. You're cravings were going from beer, to salad, to burgers, to pie. It was random and you were just sick of it. You just had a bunch of anger you needed to let out and you guess a best of camps would do.

You guys pulled into the small abandon mine shortly after. Dean rolled in through the small trail as slow and quietly as Baby would allow with her head lights turned off. You were practically dying to jump out, your foot tapped impatiently.

"Alright, what's the game plan little brother?" Dean asked, and god did just heard his voice make your eye twitch.

"Okay, so there are six vamps in total. I say we each take one side. Dean you take the left side, (y/n) takes the middle, I'll take the right and then we..."

"Unless you wanna switch sides, sweetheart? That side might be a little to tough for you to handle on your own." Dean spoke, turning to face you with the same shit eating grin.

That was your breaking point... you smirked and opened the car door with your purse in hand and stepped out into the night air. You slammed the door shut with a kick making the once quiet forest echo with the loud bang. The once cramping pain in your stomach is now hunger for blood.

You marched towards the entrance, but you didn't enter. You stood silently and started into the voids black abyss listening. You could hear Sam and Dean whisper-yell to go back, but you ignored them.

Not long did it take for you to hear a hiss come from your left. You turned towards the vamp and made eye contact. Your smile broad and wide.

"Come on you ugly, son of a bitch!" You screamed, twirling the machete in your hand as you dropped your purse the ground.

The vamp didn't think twice, and walked quickly over towards you, showing its rows of sharp white teeth. You met it half way and I'm one swift movement of your arm it's head toppled to the ground. Blood splattered on your clothes and you let out an annoyed groan.

"Jesus Christ, the LAST thing I need is MORE blood!" You shouted up at the sky. You then heard another his come from directly behind you and you twirled around, cleanly slicing the neck of the vamp.

More began to appear, and soon three were on either side. One in front, on your left, and on your right. Sam saw this and his instinct was to go after you, but Dean held his arm out across his little brother's chest.

"She's got this."

You eyes all of the blood suckers down an evil and childlike glint in your eye.

"Now, this is a party!"

You ran towards the one in front, kicking it in the stomach then giving it an upper cut making it's neck clear. You went to slice through but your machete got stuck half way through. You turned around quickly towards the other two vamps, the one on your left already walking towards you. You eyed the distance of your purse from the both of them and quickly gathered a game plan in your head.

You let go of the machete, it didn't matter at this point considering that vampire was already dead. You walked towards the left one and you suddenly turned into a sprint. Once you got close enough you slid in between its legs and towards your purse, the gravel cutting through your jeans and some skin but the adrenaline practically blocked out that pain.

You grabbed your black, leather purse and quickly began to search through the contents. A moment of panic flipped through you because you found the hairspray can, but not your lighter. Your plan would be useless without your lighter. You looked up and saw the two vamps stalking towards you with hungry smirks on their faces.

Sam and Dean were already making their way towards you when you poured the contents of the purse out. Your hands scouring the dirt with your hands but relief washed over you when you saw the black lighter. You quickly grabbed it and pointed the hairspray and lighter at the two vamps that were right above you.

"Adios bitches!" You said, you sprayed the hairspray at the lighters flame which created

A mothafuckin' blow torch.

The vamps didn't have time to turn and run. The flames from your homemade blowtorch had already consumed their bodies and they were long dead by the time you were able to stand. You dropped the two objects and leaned back against the mines outer wall that stood behind you. You were out of breath without a doubt, and the adrenaline was wearing down fast.

Sam and Dean stood over the burning corpses in pure shock and amazement. Dean looked up with the most giddy expression. He walked towards you and smiled.

"You're awesome."

You laughed, and hunched over. Your cramps were back, and in full force. You slowly walked over to the vamp with your machete stuck in its neck and pulled it out. You began making your way to the impala whilst yelling back:

"Never fuck with me while I'm on my monthly!"