Supernatural Imagines

Dean Winchester X Reader

Dean Is Affected By The Mark Of Cain & He Hurts You
Title- Stop Telling Me You Wanted This
Warnings- abuse (one time), violence, fluff
Requested by Mai-Takashima

I've actually decided that this is the last chapter. I've gradually lost a fair amount of interest in Supernatural, so requests are being closed. I may finish the other supernatural fics I'm working on, but updates will be very slow.
__________________________________________________________

That was it.

You were sick of tiptoeing around him.

It wasn't big things.

It was little things.

Lot and lots of little things.

"Dean!" you yelled from the bathroom "How many times have I said to hang up the bloody towels?!"

You stormed out down the hall, throwing the towel at him once you reached the lounge room.

"Get off my case woman, jeez."

"No Dean, I let you get away with stupid things over and over and I'm fucking sick of it!"

Within a second, Dean was towering over you.

"I told you to get off my fucking case."

Your breath caught in your throat and everything you had planned to say slipped your mind.

"I-I..."

"You fucking what!" Dean shouted, shoving you back, sending you flying.

"I'm fucking sick of you thinking you own the place!"

You curled into a ball on the floor, shielding your face as Dean threw insults and punches at you.

"Get up here and face me you stupid bitch" Dean growled as he pulled you up from the floor by your hair, smirking as you retaliated, clawing out and wriggling in his grasp.

In response, he threw you toward the wall, and you cried out as your skill collided with it.

"Now, go up to your room. I don't wanna see your face for the rest of the day."
____________________________________________________________
"Y/N" Dean called, his voice echoing off the walls, as he knocked lightly on your door.

"Y/N, can I talk with you?"

You swallowed back whimpers, dragging your blanket out yours head and sinking further into the wall of pillows you had made.

"Please let me in baby."

"Y/N, I'm sorry okay, just open the door."

"Open the door Y/N, right now."

"Open the door! Or else..."

Dean's footsteps resided as he retreated back down the hall.  

He didn't come back for at least 15 minutes, and once he did, you could hear him picking the lock on your door.

The door swung open and Dean's arms wrapped around you and pulled you close, which only made you squirm and push away.

"Please Y/N, I'm so sorry" he whispered, stroking your hair.

You relaxed in his grip.

"I'm sorry Y/N, so sorry" he murmured, kissing your forehead.
__________________________________________________________
REQUEST ARE CLOSED AND BOOK IS COMPLETE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE