Dean Winchester Imagines

The Blood of a Hero

~You are attacked on a hunt and almost killed. Dean helps you accept what the monster told you and then expresses his feelings for you.~

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"Wait, a God?" Dean questioned into the phone as Bobby talked on the other end. Dean paused as Bobby's muffled voice was heard through the phone. "Yeah yeah, whatever." Dean said and then hung up.

"What did he say?" Sam asks with a questioning gaze.

"He said it's these two pagan Gods that used to be worshiped but now nobody cares about them. They've been sacrificing humans and the only way to kill them is with an engraved blade dipped in calfs blood." Dean pauses as he looks at you and Sam. "And that we are idiots."

"Sounds like Bobby." You chuckle.

After a while of driving around and trying to find an engraved blade and calfs blood you were finally ready. Dean pulled up outside of the house that the suspicious old couple live in. They are the only ones who have any connection to all the victims.

Dean passed out the blades and you all silently stalked up to the front door. Sam picked the lock and you went in followed by the others. You giggled silently as Dean gawked at a family portrait of the couple in matching outfits. You split up, you into the hallway while the boys moved towards the open living room and kitchen. You didn't see anyone or anything so you turned around to find the boys only to be met with a hand to your throat. You were then thrown into a wall and saw only black.

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While you laid unconscious on the floor of the kitchen Sam and Dean began to wake up, both of them tied down to chairs back to back. The old couple came into the kitchen holding odd items in their hand which they placed on the table beside the boys.

"Looks who's up honey." The man now known as a God says to his wife.

"Perfect timing too." She says picking up a blade and twirling it between your fingers.

"How about you untie us and we settle this the right way." Dean says with an angry growl. He continues to glance at your lifeless body.

"We are settling this the right way. With the sacrifices we deserve." The man says glaring at Dean.

"How is killing people a true sacrifice if they don't respect you." Sam questions.

"You know what. That's enough. The final sacrifice will be finished tonight. And you boys are here for the show." The women smiles creepily as she walks over to you and runs her fingers along your face.

"Get away from her!" Dean yells thrashing and his chair.

"Don't worry you have a part as well." The man says and then comes up and makes a deep slice across Deans arm and he yells in pain. The women does the same to Sam and they continue to take blood, hair, and a finger nail from the boys.

"Now all we need is her." The man smiles and uses one hand to pick you up under your arm and drag you to a table across from the boys. You slowly become conscious as your thrown on the table haphazardly.

You awake and hear Sam and Dean yelling and someone grabbing your hands and tying them above you. You immediately start to squirm and buck your hips to get off the table but are met with a back hand to your face.

"Let her go!" Dean yells and you turn to see them both bleeding tied down to chairs.

"Shut up! All of you." The women yells.

"Now, this final sacrifice will make us more powerful then any of our kind. With the blood of a hero we will live forever."

"Why the hell do you think I'm a hero?" You question as the man struggles to tie down your feet.