Dean Winchester Imagines

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~You need help after a hunt and call Bobby. He sends the Winchesters to pick you up. You and Dean immediately have a connection and things go from there.~

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You sit on the curb outside the motel you have been staying at for the past week. Rain falls soaking through your clothing and rinsing some of the blood off your body. You had finally finished the hunt but your car was totaled and you needed a ride. So you did the thing you never do. Asked for help.

You called Bobby about an hour ago when you left the old house where the hunt went down. He immediately called two hunters who he trusts and were close by to give you a ride. You sat on the curb, still in pain and bleeding, waiting for these two hunters Bobby trusts so much.

You watch as a black chevy impala pulls up in front of you and the window rolls down.

"You Y/N?" A deep gravely voice asks from the drivers seat. You couldn't see his face due to the fact that there was no light but you could see two men in the front seats.

"Who's asking?" You question cautiously.

This time the voice comes from the passenger seat. "Your ride. Bobby Singer called us."

You nod your head and stand up slowly, attempting not to put yourself in anymore pain. Limping over to the back seat you open the door and climb in.

"Are you hurt?" The guy driving asks.

"I'm fine." You answer curtly not wanting anymore help from strangers. A moment of silence passes before the other guy speaks.

"I'm Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean."

No way. The Winchesters. Bobby sent the freakin Winchesters to come get you.

"Hey you know what? If you just drop me at a motel in the next town, I'll be fine." You say mostly to Dean because he's driving.

"Bobby told us to bring you to his place." Dean says glancing at you through the mirror view mirror.

"Yeah well Bobby's not in charge of me. So the next town will work out just fine." You says with growing anger. You know these boys are trouble. Where ever they go danger follows and you already have enough of that in your life.

"Whatever." Dean mumbles angrily.

You lean your head back against the seat and squeeze your eyes shut as another shot of pain takes over your body. You take a heavy breath and then lean forward and pull your shirt up slightly to see your skin covered in blood. You can't even tell if it's yours or not but it doesn't look good. You lay your head back again and apply pressure to the area that hurts the most.

"Hey, are you sure your alright?" Dean asks and you can hear what sounds like worry in his voice.

"I'm just peachy." You smirk.

"If you're hurt we can help." Sam adds turning in his seat.

"I told you, I'm fine." With that you lean against the door and close your eyes as your body feels weaker by the second.

Minutes later you awaken from your light sleep and listen tot the boys conversation.

"Dean she looks really pale." Sam tells his brother while looking at your face with the light of the street lamps.

"She definitely doesn't look good but there's nothing we can do. We will be at Bobby's soon." Dean says as his eyes nervously glance between the road and you through the mirror.