Dean Winchester Imagines

Trying to make sense of it all

I woke up this morning, dreading the day. I didn't want to get out of bed, I didn't want to face Dean, and if I just had to-all I would do is try to figure out what Dean is up to, and I don't even know if I want to know that.
I reach out and grab my phone, pulling the charger out. I stare blankly at it for a few minutes before pulling up Google and Googling 'Dean Winchester'. No results. I toss my phone across the bed.
"Shit!" I yell, jumping up out of bed. "Damn this."
I grab my keys and head to Dean's house, knocking vigorously on the front door.
"I'm coming!" Dean yells.
He opens the front door, revealing him in a shirt and underwear, no pants. I try not to get distracted.
"We need to talk." I tell him.
"Yes we do."
I walk in, examining my surroundings trying to spot any clues on what he does.
"You're not a welder." I say.
"I'm not." Dean aaid.
"Why have you been lying to me all this time."
Dean sighed. "Sit down."
I sit down next to him. He puts his hand on my thigh, dragging his fingers slowly down to my knee, and then stops it there.
"You're not gonna believe me." Dean says.
"Maybe not, because you've already lied to me so much."
Dean sighed once again. "I'm a hunter."
I stare blankly at him as he removes his hand from my knee.
"Why do you have to lie about that?" I asked.
"It's complicated." Dean said.
"How is hunting complicated?" I ask.
"Because I don't hunt animals Emily."
"What-what do you hunt then?" I say, afraid that he was a hitman or something.
"I hunt, uh, um, ghost. And demons. And whatever else there is out there. I do it all." Dean said.
I laugh. "You're physco." I grab my keys off the coffee table, and speed walk to the front door.
"I'm not lying. Sam does it too. The guy you saw with me yesterday, that's Cas. He knows about it. The guy at Miabi's that I swore I didn't know. That's Bobby. He's a hunter, too."
"Why do you expect me to believe that?" I ask.
"Baby, I can prove it." Dean said. "What proof do you need?"
"Call Sam. Call the other two. I wanna hear it from them." I demand.
Dean pulls his phone out of his pocket, dialing a number.
"Sam, get Bobby and Cas. Head over to my place." Dean said. "No, nothing's wrong. Just come as soon as you can."
Dean hangs up the phone. "They're on the way."
Exactly an hour and forty two minutes later, there's a knock at the door. I open it.
"He- oh. Hey Emily. What's- what's going on?" Sam says.
"Come in." I say.
"Hey guys." Dean says, coming from the bathroom. "Took y'all long enough."
"What the hell are we here for if there's no problem?" Bobby says.
"There is a problem." I say. "The problem is Dean, and he's been lying."
"About what?" Sam says.
"Work." Dean says. "She found out I don't weld. I told her what we really do."
"Oh." Bobby says.
"Then what's the problem?" Cas asks.
"She doesn't believe it." Dean says.
"Look, you don't have to believe it. But, Dean would never do anythingto hurt you. He IS telling the truth now."