Dean Winchester Imagines

Knight in Shining Armor

~ You're a nurse, on your way home you are attacked by a demon. Dean Winchester comes to your rescue. You go back to the motel and stitch him up.~

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Your shift was over and you walked out of the hospital towards your car. You had the feeling that you were being watched, but you ignored it. You continued into the now empty parking lot and got into your car. As you closed the door you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Ever since last week, when those weird deaths started you have been nervous.

You pulled out and started your drive home. About half way there, there's a loud pop and smoke erupts from the hood of your car. "Damn it!" You say pulling off to the side of the road. You turn on your hazards and than step out and pop the hood. You cough as you are engulfed in smoke but it soon fades away. What the hell? Someone messed with your engine. Just as you see that a man comes out from the woods.

"Hi there darling. Car trouble?" He asks in an extremely creepy way.

"Uh, yeah."

"Need a hand." He asks. You see a pair of head lights in the distance and hope to God they stop.

"You know what? I'm really okay. I know how to fix it so."

He's now standing two feet in front of you next to the hood of your car. You slowly step backwards toward the road as he steps forward. You swear you see his eyes flash black through the blinking of your hazards.

"Well, I'm quite handy. Why don't you show me the problem."

The headlights are coming this way and you pray they stop. By now you are a foot behind the car and at risk of being hit by another car.

"No."

"No? Come on darling. Well, why don't you just come with me."

"Stay away from me." You warn as he steps closer. He continues stepping closer and you notice the headlights disappeared. You're all alone.

"Why? We can have some fun?"

"I'm gonna pass. Stay the fuck back." A tear goes down your cheek. This is it. You're gonna die like all those other women.

"I think you should listen to the lady." A voice says coming out of no where. A man in a leather jacket and biker boots comes forward. Even in the dark you can see his stunning green eyes and sharp jaw line. What is wrong with you? You're about to die and you're checking this guy out?

"Ah. Dean Winchester. Coming to save the damsel in distress." The man says. This time his eyes flash black and stay black. What the hell is this!?!

"Well? I've been called a knight in shining armor before." He says smirking. He steps in front of you, shielding your body from the man with black eyes.

"Well, when I'm done killing you.
I'll be sure to let your princess know you won't be coming." The man says.

You fall back as the two men break out into a fight. The black eyed man seems to be winning as he has the other man pinned. He throws punch after punch but the man he called Dean doesn't give up. You crawl backwards and lean up against the car as the two men stand back up and reveal long blades. Dean attacks and slices the mans arm who winces in pain as a light shows through the slice. He can't be human.

The man gets another couple of hits in, one causing Deans knife to go flying out of reach. It lands a couple feet in front of you. The man pins Dean down yet again and attempts to stab Dean in the heart. Dean is using all the strength he has to hold him back. He can't die. If he dies you are going to die. He's trying to save you. You quickly grab the knife. You run forward and stab the man in the back. Dean looks at you shocked and you step away as the mans body releases a light through the entry wound.

Dean throws the mans body off of
him and stands. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks you.

You stay silent a second. Still trying to process what happened. You look up and see Dean, covered in blood. Holding his shoulder.

"You're hurt."

Of course that's the first thing that you would say. You are a nurse.

He looks confused. "Uh. It's okay, I'm fine. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"Um... no. But, your not okay." You say walking up and removing his hand from his shoulder. He winced as you touched it and your fingers came back covered in blood.

"I'm a nurse. I can help."

He nods. "Yeah, okay. Can I take you to my motel. You'll be safe there."

"Um, okay." You are still so confused. Obviously this man knows more and you are gonna find out what it is.

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The drive to his motel was silent other than the constant looks he gave you as you stared out the window. We walked into his room and he took off his jacket. You could now see the stab wound in his shoulder and his bloodied face.

"Do you have a first aid kit or something?" You ask taking off your jacket and laying it over a chair.

"Uh yeah, here." He says handing it to you.

"Sit, take your shirt off." You say pulling out a chair.

He smirks, "cutting straight to the point I see."

You just chuckle. "Take the damn shirt off."

He pulls it off revealing his perfect abs. It takes a lot not to stare but you manage. You immediately get to work cleaning the wound, stitching it up, and than covering it. You both stay silent until Dean speaks.

"What's your name?" You pause and look at him.

"Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N." you answer starting on his face. You begin with the cut above his eye.

"I'm Dean and Y/N, if you don't mind me asking, are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine, I already told you that." You say not stopping while you clean his cut.

"You seem a little to calm for what... what just happened." He continues.

You sigh. "What do you want me to do. Have a panic attack? Cry? Run away screaming?" You pause while he stares at you. "Look I don't know what the hell just happened, but I'm pretty sure you were the good guy and for now I'm just gonna worry about getting you patched up."

"Sounds good to me." He grins.

After a couple more minutes of silence you finish.

"Okay, I think your good."

He stands up and walks over to a duffle pulling out a new shirt and putting it on.

"Thank you Dean."

"No, thank you. You saved me out there and stitched me up."

"Okay, lay it on me." You say sitting back in the chair and crossing your arms.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I want to know. I want to know
who you are, what you do, what that was, why it was trying to kill me and almost killed you. Why the hell I had to kill it. I want to know it all."

"Are you sure?"

"100%." You say. You don't think you've ever been more sure of something in your life.

"Well then, I'm Dean Winchester."