Supernatural Imagines

Deprivation << DeanxReader

Gabriel try's teaching a certain couple to be more vocal.

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      Me and Dean had been dating for about 3 years now. We loved each other, but neither of us had come out and said it yet. I am scared that if I do, dean will run and not look back. He shows his love.
   
     He doesn't need words.

     We met on a werewolf hunt. The clawed thing had me tied up to a post and was about to turn me before Dean got there.

     Now I wasn't a bad hunter, I was just clumsy sometimes. That being said, dean kept me away from the bigger hunts to protect me.

     I didn't mind.

     He did it out of love.

     Today, we were on the trail on a trickster. The thing was killing people, but before it does. He puts strange curses on them. One vic was puking out slugs. We found his corpse in a pile of the things.

     It was gross. I nearly puked.

     The next one was covered head to toe in hair. At first we though these were witch attacks, but after finding candy wrappers at every scene.

     We knew instantly what we were up against. We only hoped it wasn't who we thought.

     "Hey Babe?"

     "Ya sweetheart?"

     "Do you think we should place down some wardings?"

     "Nah, we'll be good. Besides, if all goes according to plan and the thing takes another vic, we should find it."

     "Okay, Goodnight babe."

     "Goodnight." I trusted Dean, but I was still worried.

     We were not invincible.

     We were vulnerable.

     We had no protection from the monsters. We had trust or hope. Sometimes we had both, but things left some times.

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     I woke up. Didn't I? It was dark. I couldn't see a thing. It couldn't be this late. No. It-it couldn't be.
  
     My eyes were wide open. I could feel it. I was blind.

     "DEEEEAAAAAANNNNN!" I felt his movement. His arms grabbed on to me. Clinging to me.

     "Babe! What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?"

     "I-I can't see! I can't see! My eyes are open, but I can't see!" I was a mess.

     Tears everywhere.

     "Babe! Look at me. Wait er uh here." He tilted me head up towards him and kissed me. I felt relief flood over me from his touch.

     I knew he was there. That was what mattered most.

"Sweetheart, your eyes, they're, they're, pale." Oh. I guess that's what happens when you go blind.

     I was tearing up again.

"Babe don't cry, we'll figure this out. It'll be okay." He pulled us out of the beds so we could figure this out. He helped me dress, then helped himself.

     Not being able to see was, pardon my pun, an eye opener. My other senses were insane. I felt the groove of the wood. I heard the squeak of shoes on a whole new level.

     Everything was bigger.

     I still missed being able to see his face. His eyes. His smile.