Supernatural Imagines and Stories

No Strings On Me p2

Okay, so I totally forgot to put this on p1 so I'm doing it now lol. Anyway there's an edit on instagram which is amazing and the song is how I pictured it. The account is the.samulet. I suggest ya'll go watch it if you can.

You woke up to fingers grazing your bruised neck. Flinching, you fluttered your eyes open. You gasped and pushed yourself as far back against your bed as you could when you recognized his freckles. His green eyes softened at the look of terror on your face. "D-Dean." You stuttered out. He softly smiled your way and reached for you. You whimpered and fell off the bed. The thud echoed and you put a hand gingerly on your head. "___, are you okay?" Dean called while he ran around to you. "Get away from me!" Tears were welling in your eyes and you turned your head away from, trying to stop the constant pounding. "___." He softly said your name, still trying to touch you. "It's me. I'm back." You shook your head, despite the pain. "Stop. Stop lying. Please don't hurt me again. Please just stop." You pleaded with him as tears rolled down your cheeks. Dean recoiled at the fear in your voice. He got up off the floor near you and went to find Sam. 

You didn't move a muscle as he left. You didn't breathe until you heard his footsteps completely fade away. Releasing the breath, you barely brushed a finger along the bruises, flinching when you accidentally pressed a little too hard. You wiped the away tears but it did nothing. You carefully stood and made your way out of your room for the first time in forever. You could hear voices in the living roomish place. You didn't make a sound as your walked, checking over your shoulder every few steps. You rounded the corner and saw the brothers talking adamantly. "You didn't tell her Sam?!" Dean's deep voice rang out. "She's too scared to leave her room Dean! I wanted to make sure you weren't gonna try to kill her again before I told her!" Sam yelled just as loud. "Guys." You spoke softly. Two sets of eyes swung your way and both softened. "___, hey. You're up and about. That's great." Sam made his way over to you. He carefully checked your neck, the swelling had gone down significantly. Sam wrapped you up in a hug and you spoke, though it was muffled against his chest. "D-He was in my room and scared me." You were having trouble saying his name. Sam's head snapped over to his brother. "Dude! I told you to leave her alone. She'd come to you when she was ready." You peaked out and noticed how upset he looked. "I-I know. I just wanted to see how she was." Sam was tensing up and you tightened your grip to keep him grounded. He was your rock right now, staying through the panic attacks and the shaking and everything else you threw his way so you were gonna be the same for him. "Fine. But you do it when she's awake. You don't Edward Cullen her and freak her out even more. You know how she is right now!" Dean only hung his head and nodded. You felt so bad for him. You knew that this was hard on him too. Squeezing Sam once more, you took a step back and out of the hug. 

"Guys, please stop fighting. I'm tired of all the yelling and it isn't helping my head, nor my throat to keep talking to make sure you don't kill each other." You put your hands on your hip. Sam perked up at your head. "___, what happened to your head?" You shyly played with your fingers. "When he came in and I woke up, I wigged out and fell on the floor." A soft giggle came out. "You know how clumsy I am." Sam and Dean smiled at your laugh and the joke. "Yeah we know bug. Lemme grab you some ice mkay." Sam walked off towards the kitchen, leaving your alone with Dean. "I'm sorry." The quiet sentence floated your way. "I know you are. I just... you scared me Dean. You still do." You hugged yourself as you spoke. "I know and I can never make up for what I did. But you have to understand that that wasn't me. I never wanted to hurt you. Please believe me." You barely nodded. With nothing else to say, you walked out the door, more tears running down. You sniffed and went back to your safe haven. 

It wasn't long when Sam knocked on your door. "Hey kid, I got your ice. I'm coming in okay." You didn't say anything and he took it as an okay. He opened the door and sat down next to you, but giving you the space you wanted. Holding out the ice, you gladly accepted it and applied it to the tender bump. "You know Dean still loves you." You nodded and fidgeted with your blanket. "Yeah I know Sammy. It just...every time I close all I see is his hands and his eyes. I don't know if I'll get over that." Sam nodded and smiled sadly. "Get some rest." He kissed your forehead and closed the door on his way out. 

You sighed and fell back on to your pillows. Grabbing his favorite flannel, you shrugged it on and snuggled into it. You reached for your phone on your nightstand and texted Dean, wanting to avoid actually talking to him. 

Hey. I want you to know that I still love you. I just need time to heal, physically and mentally. We'll get over this but just know that I'm not going to leave you. Love you Deanny beanny.

You ended with his pet name that he "hated", but you knew he loved the affection it held. You saw where he read it and that's all you needed.