Supernatural Imagines and Stories

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You never did like going out to bars or clubs, the couch with Netflix was more your style. But you could never resist Sam's puppy eyes. So you put on your big girl panties and got dolled up to go out. You put on a brave front and the three of you headed out.

The bar was just like any other bar you had been dragged to, but this one had more men than what you were used to. Planning to stick to Sam all night wouldn't be a problem since you two normally did this, but he had a different idea. Once you got drinks for the three of you, they both took off, finding ladies of their own. "Three's a crowd they say." You humorlessly chuckled to yourself. Finding a table near the entrance, you sat down and fumbled with your bottle label. It hadn't been 5 minutes and you were already to leave.

Time passed slowly as you watched Sam flirt his heart out with a chesty and curvy blonde. You sighed and your heart ached, wishing that was you. Having enough, you stood up and turned to leave, but you were stopped by a figure in front of you.

"Hey pretty thing. Where you running off to?" He was greasy and unknown stains covered his clothes and teeth. He was disgusting and you could see his intentions. You took a step to the side that he blocked as you hurried "Just about to leave and make sure my friends get home safely." You knew better than to tell him that you were about to leave by yourself. You saw the stories. The man grabbed your arm and you looked around for help, but non came. "Why don't we check on them together?" Struggling, you called out. "Help! Sam!" You made eye contact with his date, who flashed you a finger, and then you were out the door. "Dean!" With one last attempt at rescue, you were being shoved into the cold and dark abandoned parking lot.

You tripped on loose gravel and scrapped your knees on it. The man still had hands on you and proceeded to try and help you up. Taking the chance, you took off towards the bar, but it was useless. Before you could get very far, he pulled you back by your hair, loosing chunks of it as it was ripped from your scalp. Moaning in pain, you flailed your nails, hoping to get some traction. The man was no match for you, even with all your experience. You couldn't think straight, you were so scared. Thinking the man would get his way with you, you could've cried with relief when a familiar voice called out "Hey!"

The man and yourself turned to see Dean standing there, looking very pissed off. You had never seen him this mad and you knew he would make the man leave you alone. The old man was smart and he took off when Dean advanced towards him. You breathed out and the tears finally burst. "Hey, hey ___ are you okay?" You reached out and Dean wrapped you in a comforting hug. "He-He touched me. Not like nasty but he kept touching my arm and he wouldn't stop and and..." You broke off sobbing. You would have collapsed if Dean wasn't holding you up. He stroked your hair and kissed your head. "I know but it's okay now. I'm right here and he left. I should've have paid more attention. Why wasn't Sam with you?" You stepped out of his embrace and wrapped your arms around yourself. "He had other matters at hand...blonde chested matters." You couldn't keep the hurt out of your voice. Dean's features settled into anger and frustration. "He always stays with you. I thought he was gonna ask you out tonight, but I guess he chickened out." You laugh humorlessly and began walking to the car. "Yeah I guess." With a huff, you mumbled to the concrete "Speak of the devil." Sam was walking outside with that snake on his arm. He noticed your appearance and Dean's radiating anger.

"What happened?" Dean was about to yell at him, but you had other plans. With a shrug, you stared at the man who was supposed to be your best friend and protector "You never came and you never will." You got in the passenger seat, ignoring how invasive it felt and waited for Dean to join you. A few more words were exchanged before Dean slammed his door and the two of you were gone.