Dean Winchester Imagines

Gank Your... Butts Part 2

Jamie was fast asleep on one of the beds in the motel room. You were hesitant to let her sleep on the rather dirty looking comforter but you couldn't hold her all night. With little convincing from Sam and Dean you laid the sleeping girl down and tucked her in.

While you lay on the edge of the bed watching Jamie's chest rise and fall, Sam and Dean stood just outside the door. Dean was confused. He had never become so invested in someone so quickly, but no matter what he did he couldn't bare the thought of you leaving. Maybe it was the idea of Jamie losing her mother at such a young age like himself. No, there had to be a deeper connection.

"So what now?" Sam questioned careful to keep his voice low.

"What do you mean what now? We help them. They are obviously in trouble." Dean said, his mind obviously made up. Sam rose his eyebrows at Deans defensive tone.

"Hey, I wasn't suggesting with throw them to the streets or anything. I just meant, what do we do next? Those were demons Dean, not your run of the mill muggers. Plus you saw the way they questioned her about Jamie. They want them and they want them bad."

Dean sighed. Sam was right they needed more information before he could figure out how to protect you and Jamie. Opening his mouth to respond, both him and Sam froze in shock when the door opened.

You stood there, running your hand up and down your arm obviously uncomfortable. "You know, you could just ask me?" You suggested.

The boys glanced at each-other in embarrassment before looking back to you. "Your right, we should have just asked." Sam stated his voice apologetic. Dean quickly interjected stepping in front of Sam and gently placing his hands on your arms.

"First, lets get you cleaned up."

You smiled and let Dean guide you to the small bathroom across the room. Sam locked the door and glanced at Jamie's sleeping form before following. You slid onto the low countertop next to the sink as Dean opened up a first aid kit. Sam leaned against the doorway watching.

"So what do you wanna know?" You asked as you picked at the gravel in your skinned palms.

"Whatever we need to know to keep you and Jamie safe. Start at the beginning." Sam spoke quietly, readjusting his large frame in the doorway. Dean stayed quiet as he took a clean cloth and cleaned the dry blood away from the gash on your forehead. His touch was gentle and caring, you couldn't help but smile as you watched his tongue peak out from in between his lips and his eyebrows furrow as he concentrated on your wound.

"Well, I was 22. Fresh out of college, trying to find a job. Everything was terrible. All my friends had gone away, I had no money, could barely afford the crappy apartment I was in." You chuckled thinking about it.

"And uh, then it all changed. I met a guy, a cop actually. He helped me find a job, we moved in together, we fell in love. Life was good. Until he came home one day from work, drunk off his ass, and attacked me."

Sam and Dean were completely focused on your words. Dean had finished with the gash and your forehead and now stood there watching you speak. You looked to to the floor not able to look them in the eye as you spoke.

"He, uh, raped me that night and 9 months later there was little Jamie. And you know what, I wouldn't change what happened for the world because I couldn't live with out her. She's my life, my baby." Your eyes looked out the doorway right in between the two men to spot her fast asleep on the bed.

"It never got better, something happened and he changed. I tried going to the cops but he had a lot of friends. No one took me seriously, some threatened me, even Jamie. The thing was, he never hurt Jamie.  But it wasn't because he loved her, he needed her. I just didn't know for what. Her first birthday he tried to take her from me. Said he had a friend who wanted to meet her."