Supernatural Imagines.

4°° I'll remind you.

Warning: You might cry😭
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Silence. Silence was surrounding you; it weighed heavy on your chest and made you feel helpless and lost.

Dean drove the Impala through the dark night without saying one word. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that you could see his knuckles turning white. The only sounds you could hear were the engine of Baby and the rain which drummed wildly on the roof of the car. Sam was fast asleep after the exhausting hunt you guys had just finished. You on the other hand couldn’t sleep; you were trying to focus on which raindrop would make it down the window, you were staring at, the fastest. Images of the hunt that had gone terribly wrong flashed through your mind. Tears burned in your eyes, blinking them away quickly you tried to think of something else.

This time it was really bad. It had been a kid. Jake Simmons.

The three of you had tried everything to save him in time before the vampire who had captured Jake and his parents, who were dead long before him, could hurt him.

When you had arrived at the nest it was too late. The little boy, who was no more than five years old had laid there on the cold floor of an abandoned warehouse. His clothes were all bloody and his teddy bear was a few feet away from him, also stained with blood.

Every time you closed your eyes, the sight of his lifeless body would send shivers down your spine.

So you silently sat in the backseat, with Jake’s bloody teddy bear clutched in your shaking hands, while trying to ignore the urge to cry uncontrollably.

The worst part was knowing that Dean blamed himself for this. You knew exactly what was going through his mind right now. You would eventually get over this, but Dean on the other hand wouldn’t. He would torture himself with immeasurable amounts of self-loathing and when he couldn’t handle it anymore he would drink, and drink, and drink until he wouldn’t feel anything anymore.

A few hours later you and the two Winchesters made your way down the stairs of the bunker. No one said anything. Sam went to his room and closed the door behind him. Dean stood a few steps in front of you with his back turned towards you.

You took three cautious steps, until you were only inches away from him. You placed a hand on his shoulder, a weak attempt to get through to him. As you expected he simply shrugged it away.

“Go sleep Y/N,” were the first words he spoke since you had found Jake in the warehouse.

Knowing it would only anger him if you would try to get him to talk to you, you sauntered to yours and Dean’s room with your head hanging low.

To think you would be able to sleep that night was pathetic. You were too afraid to close your eyes. The nightmares you had on a regular basis were bad enough but tonight… they would be way worse than normally and you gladly abstained from that.

Three hours into lying on the bed while staring at the ceiling, you had enough. Dean was probably still in the library, drunk as fuck.

You tiredly lumbered to where you assumed your boyfriend was at. And you were right. He was sitting at the table in the library, a bottle of whiskey in front of him. Much to your surprise it was unopened. Dean was fiddling with its label; he stared into nothing and seemingly didn’t notice you.

“Dean?”

He quickly turned and his bloodshot eyes met yours. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asked.

You pulled the chair beside him and sat down, “The same reason you’re not sleeping.”

“Yeah sorry, dumb question.” His gaze softened upon seeing your concern. “I’m fine Y/N. Stop looking at me like that.”