Supernatural Imagines

Halloween Fright << DeanxReader

The Reader is terrified of Halloween and Dean learns the hard way.

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I was terrified.

Terrified of everything.

Well mostly everything.

Halloween was never fun for me. I was traumatized as a kid. My parents were murdered on Halloween. I never got over it. I always kept my porch light off just in case any kids decided to come up for candy. It's not that I resented the strange holiday, I just was terrified of it. Even though I'm a hunter.

This dumb fright made me feel weak. Seeing decorations in stores, fake spider webs, or even Halloween shops. Whenever things like those happened, I excused myself from shopping with the Winchester, or hunts on Halloween night.

Maybe this year would be different though.

=============Time skip brought to you by misplaced holidays==(1st person)=========

"Come on Y/N get your ass out here we have a hunt!" Dean was calling me again.

"I can't. *cough cough* I'm sick."

"Boo you whore!"

"Hey!"

"You started it! Now come on. We got a hunt to do."

"I'm really not feeling well, Dean."

"Suck it up buttercup, it's not a hard hunt. Let's just salt and burn the thing and is over." I knew I couldn't fight Dean on this one.

"Alright...."

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The hunt was in Hartford, Connecticut. Sam didn't join us because he was looking for some other hunts for us to hit. Some small town werewolf mother and daughter duo. We figured that out the hard way.

We arrived at the house we believed the spirit to be. The door creaked open with the slight touch of our guns. The air was musty and stale, mold clinging to the air. I wanted to cough, but I didn't was to alert anything to our presence.

We crept into the living room where we saw the two messing with what looked to be a forty year old man. The drug their claws across his face, ripping it open and blood pouring out.

"Werewolves, great."

"Shut up! Go grab the silver bullets, I'll stall them."

"Alright. Don't do anything stupid!"

No promises, I thought. I had the beginning of a plan. Ram them. They are in the perfect position. If I sprint fast enough these clawed bitches will go down. Nothing goes my way though, does it.

"AAAAAARRRRGGGG!" I charged. They dodged. I rolled across the floor. Uppercut. Side swipe. On and on.

*Bang*

Dean shot them right in their icy hearts. I was left panting on he floor.

"Thanks Dean."

"Come on Y/N." Dean didn't sound very happy with me.

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The drive back to the bunker was silent and uncomfortable. I really honestly don't know what I did. I said I would stall them. That's what I did. I stalled.

"Dean what did I do? I mean, I said I was going to stall them. What gives dude?" Me and Dean were best friends. We argued like siblings, but got along famously. The only problem was that I didn't want to be friends. I wanted to be more. So much more. I wanted him to look at me like he looks at Baby. I want to be his Baby. Me.

"You could've gotten hurt."

"I could get hurt anytime. We're hunters Dean. We get hurt."

"If you would've gotten hurt it would have been on my watch. I don't think I'd forgive myself."

"It wouldn't be your fault Dean. People die. If I would've died, it would have been my own fault. Not yours. Not Sam's. Not God's. My own." Dean didn't say anything after that. He just kept on driving. Driving.

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The second we got back to the bunker I flew out of the car and ran into my room. I couldn't handle Dean the way he was right now, plus kids in costumes went by and I wanted nothing to do with that. Nothing at all.

My room was my place. My covers could protect me from the apocalypse. Like really, they were soft as hell.

Halloween was almost over. Almost. Just a few more hours until it's all over. Nothing goes my way though, does it?

Something resembling a scarecrow threw open my door. No. No. No no no no. It looked so much like the beast that killed my family. I didn't stand a chance. I couldn't save them then. I can't save myself now. I can't. I screamed and tucked myself into a ball. I was in full blown panic attack mode. Tears streaming from my face, wheezing breaths. It hurt. My throat hurt. I was starting to loose black out. This is how it ends.

"Y/N Hey! It's a joke! You're fine. You're fine I got you. I got you." Dean.

"I couldn't, I couldn't save them. I can't. I can't."

"Hey hey hey. It's okay. You're fine. Who couldn't you save baby?" Baby.

"Them. My family. They died because I couldn't save them."

"You were young sweetheart. It's not your fault." Not many words were spoken after that. Dean held me tight in his arms, rubbing my back, soothing me. Dean. Baby. Mine.

" I love you Dean."

"I love you to Baby."

Ours.

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