Dean Winchester Imagines

You Missed

Walking through the large metal door of the bunker you made sure to slam it hard. You stomped down the stairs, water dripping from your wet body. Sam's jaw dropped as he stood from the table in the library.

"Y/N?" Sam asked obviously confused as to what had happened. Dean entered the room his steps slow and cautious as if you would explode any minute.

"Y/N, please don't be mad." Dean begged.

"Don't be mad? Why would I️ be mad Dean? It's not like you ditched me on the side of the road miles from the bunker and left me to walk back in pouring rain. Cause you would never do that. Would you?" You yelled angrily. You shivered slightly as your cold clothing sent a chill through your body.

"You have to understand. I️ didn't want you to get hurt." He tried again.

You scoffed. "You are unbelievable."

He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it again. Sam stood frozen watching the scene unfold in front of him. You took a deep breath.

"I️'m freezing, and tired, and my feet hurt. I️'m going to take a nice hot shower." You spoke calmly as you turned and walked towards the door.

"And Dean. If you don't trust me, all you had to do was say it."

His face paled and regret stormed in his green eyes. He said your name but you ignored him and walked away. Walking into your room you immediately stripped of your wet clothes. You shivered as you stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Stepping in you almost moaned at the feeling of the hot water hitting your ice cold skin. You spent a good 15 minutes just letting the hot water hit your skin. Finally coming back to your senses you began to wash the dirt and grime from your hair and body.

Rinsing the suds from your body you stepped forward to grab conditioner. Just as your foot hit the tile your foot slipped out from beneath you, a gasp escaping your lips. You couldn't catch your self as you came down hard on your knee. A sharp pain erupted from your skull and you fell unconscious.

You were cold. Your eyes fluttered open only to see the floor of the shower. The once warm water was now cold as the stream bounced off your bare legs. You could see a watery stream of blood leading into the drain.

You placed your hands underneath you and slowly pushed yourself up into a sitting position. A small whimper escaped your lips as your leg moved in an odd direction causing a throbbing to erupt through out your knee.

"Shit." You groan wrapping your arms around your chest attempting to shield yourself from the cold.

You sat there praying that you would miraculously be able to stand and not have to tell either of the brothers of what had happened. However, you knew you had no choice.

You couldn't stand or put any pressure on your leg. Your head throbbed and you were dizzy.

You slowly dragged yourself out  of the shower and sat across the small bath mat. Reaching up you grabbed the white towel that hung on the rack and covered your naked body.

"Dean!" You yelled. A small portion of you hoped he wouldn't hear and you could just sit in embarrassment.

You could barely hear the boys talking in the other room over the sound of the water running.

"Dean!!!" You tried again. You through your first against the bathroom door a couple of times before you heard your bedroom door open.

"Y/N?" Deans voice asked.

"In here."

His footsteps grew closer until he finally opened the bathroom door. His gaze adjusted from where you should have been standing to the floor.

His eyes widened and he dropped to his knees in front of you. "What the hell happened?"

He took your face in his hands and examined the gash on your forehead. You slapped his hands away. "I️'m not dying, just stupid. I️ slipped in the shower."

"Why didn't you come get one of us? How long have you been here?" He questioned as he stepped over you to turn the water off.

"I️ can't get up, I️ messed up my leg. I️ don't know, I️ woke up like 5 minutes ago." You shrugged.

He leaned down and moved the towel off your knee. You both cringed at the nasty bruise that covered your extremely swollen knee. He then once again held your cheek to examine your head, this time you didn't stop him.

"I️ don't think you need stitches. Just a bandage, but your knee looks bad."

You nodded, obviously upset with yourself. You were suppose to be mad at Dean and yet here he was helping you. He watched the internal battle you had within your head.

"Let me help you, you can be mad at me later." He suggested. You gave a small smile. He knew you too well.

Without a word Dean gently scooped you up, careful not to drop your towel. He set you down on the edge of your bed just as Sam walked in.

"Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?" Sam sputtered out as he came to your side and repeated Deans check up.

"I️ think I️'m good. I️ slipped." You grinned sheepishly a small blush gracing your cheeks.

"Can you go get the first aid kit and some ice Sammy." Dean asked as he dug through your drawers in search of clothing.

"Yeah of course." Sam nodded walking out of the room. Dean returned with a long sleeve black shirt and red pajama shorts. He expertly helped you slip the shirt on without dropping the towel or touching your injured head.

You decided on going commando instead of asking Dean to grab you underwear. He would enjoy that to much. He turned around like a gentlemen and you carefully slid the shorts up.

"You can turn around Dean." You smiled. Dean took your towel and laid it across a chair by your desk just as Sam walked in.

"You think it's broken?" Sam asked. You shrugged as he laid the small red and white first aid box on the bed next to you.  Sam placed the bag of ice ever so gently on your knee but you still winced and gritted your teeth.

"I'd say there's a very good possibility it is." Dean said as he watched you struggle not to cry at the small amount of pressure on your knee cap.

The two boys helped get you settled. First sliding you back against the headboard. Sam placed pillows under your knee and laid the ice pack on top while Dean worked on cleaning the cut.

You sat silently letting the boys Doctor you still quite embarrassed that you slipped in the first place.

"I️'m gonna go pick up some dinner." Sam said leaving the room. "Be back soon."

"Don't forget my pie!" Dean called after him. You smiled at Dean's statement and watched as he delicately places a bandage on your forehead. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his tongue darted out across his lower lip.

You blushed when you noticed he had finished and caught you staring. You awkwardly cleared your throat.

"Look Y/N. Can you let me explain?" Dean asked. You shrugged your shoulders.

"I️ don't have much of a choice, I️ can't go anywhere."

His lips curled into a small grin before vanishing as quickly as it came.

"I️'m sorry. Sam texted me about the hunt and all the victims he described were just like you."

Your lips parted in surprise. You didn't know that.

"I️ was not going to bring you when you could potentially be that assholes main course. It's not cause I️ don't trust you. I️ trust you with my life. I️ just- I️ couldn't bare the idea of you getting hurt or worse."

He sighed before finally looking up at you. "I️ shouldn't have left you out there, but in my defense I️ didn't know it was going to rain."

You released a breath. "You're right. You shouldn't have done that. I️'m an adult and I️ can decide whether I️ go or not. But I️ forgive you."

He smiled. "Thank God." He chuckled and you rolled your eyes.