Supernatural Imagines

Dean imagine

Smiling, you open the door to the motel room. It hasn't been easy to get here without being noticed, but you managed it eventually.

The whole time you thought about how Dean could react. You know that it might take some time to convince him. After all, he's not wrong with his arguments.

You open the door - not before you gave your little companion a sign to stay quite - and announce your arrival.

"Y/N? Finally. I already thought you were dead.", Dean says. And although he gives you a boyish grin you know that the was really worried and you immediately have a bad conscience.

"Sorry.", you murmur. "Something held me back..." You open the door again and let your companion in who runs towards your boyfriend and jumps up at him barking.

Dean hurries backwards, trying to get away from the dog as fast as possible. He looks at him as if he was the spawn of hell.

"Son of a bitch!", he screams and you can't help but to stare at him in disbelief.

"Hey, doggy, come here!", you call for him. You didn't give him a name yet because you thought it might be a first step for their friendship.

You already knew that Dean wasn't exactly a lover of animals, but you thought that no one would ever be able to resist this super cute black thing you bought in the streets. Normally, you would never have done that. But Dean asked you to examine someone closer, because he thought he wasn't what he pretended to be. So you thought the easiest way to start a conversation was to make it about the dogs.

"Get that beast out of here!", Dean screams.

You shake your head. What the hell is wrong with Dean? You put the dog on a leash and tie him to a desk.

"Dean, I- I'm sorry. I didn't think it was such a problem for you."

Dean sighs and sits down on his bed.

"you couldn't know."

It seems as if he was having a fight with himself. As if he considered if he should tell you or not. But you won't urge him. It's his decision.

"Before we met... I sold my soul..."

You gasp. What is he trying to tell you? Is his time to already? Is he going to die? Is it that?

Slowly you approach him and sit down next to Dean. You place your hand gently on his and wait for him to continue.

"I died. The hellhounds got me."

"you seem pretty alive to me...", you whisper, although something in his voice makes you believe him. You have already seen so many things that no one would ever believe. Why not trust him on this?

"I know." He grins and his thoughtful face is gone. "Probably more pretty than alive."

You slap his arm playfully. "So, no dog then?", you ask. "it's not one of Crowley's hellhound after all."

"If you keep him away from me and baby and don't expect me to do anything with it you can do whatever you want."

But you know that's not possible. He won't make you chose between him and the dog directly. And neither will he tell you more about hell or the hounds. And that's okay, you can't even imagine what he must have been through. So not having a dog doesn't seem like the highest price to pay...