Dean Winchester Imagines

Doppelganger

*At the Mall*
"Dean, how does this look on me?" I ask as I come out from behind the dressing room curtain.
Dean gives me a thumbs up, never looking at me.
"Dean, could you look at me?" I ask.
He looks up, only to give me a straight face and another thumbs up before looking back down at his phone.
I scoff, and change back into my clothes.
"I won't be getting that." I say as I leave the dressing room once again. "Come on, let's go home. I'm starving."
Dean gets up, putting his phone in his pocket. As we're walking side by side, he grabs my wrist. "When we get home, I've got a surprise for you." He says, smirking, never looking at me.
"I don't know if I like where this is going." I say.
"Why not, sweetie?" Dean laughs a mysterious laugh.
Sweetie? He never calls me sweetie.
"Nothing." I say.
*Pulling into my driveway*
"Go inside. Go to the bedroom. I'm gonna get your surprise ready." Dean tells me.
"Okay." I say, parking the car. "I'll be waiting." And I get out of the car.
*Dean's POV*
I watch as Emily walks into the house. Oh how stupid she must be. Has she not gotten the clues? Doesn't she see the signs? Clueless woman.
I go inside, shortly after Emily does. I've given her enough time to get ready and head to the bedroom. I walk into the kitchen, searching from cabinet to cabinet and drawer to drawer, until I find the knives.
"Perfect." I whisper as I find a nice, sharp, long knife.
*Emily's POV*
"Dean? I call out from the bedroom.
"Just a minute!" He yells.
I sit on the end of my bed. My phone starts ringing.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey baby." Dean says.
"Dean? Why are you calling?" I ask.
"Uh, I didn't know I wasn't suppose to." Dean replied.
"You're in the kitchen. Why would you?" I ask.
"Baby, I'm at home." Dean says.
"What? No you're not. Stop." I reply.
"Emily, what's going on?"
"What?"
"Who's in your kitchen?" Dean asks.
"You Dean! You!" I yell, hearing something in the kitchen fall.
"Don't leave the room. Lock the door." Dean says, hanging up the phone.
What the hell?
A few minutes later, Dean enters the room.
"What is up with you?" I ask.
"What do you mean?" Dean asks, holding something behind his back.
"Nothing." I said.
Dean walked passed me, sitting behind me on the bed. I stare at the wall, letting Dean kiss me, all down the back of my neck.
"What's the surprise?" I ask.
"Well." Dean says, jerking his arm back really face. At that same time, the door crashes open.
"Put down the knife!" The Dean look-a-like yells.
"What the hell!" I scream, standing real fast, but Dean yanks me back down by my hair. He wraps one arm around my neck, holding the knife with the other.
"Put down the gun, or the girl is gone." Dean says.
"Dean, please put the knife down. Please." I beg.
"Baby, that's not me." The Dean look-a-like at the door says.
"I domt understand any of this!" I yell. "Why are there two Deans? I don't know whose who!"
"I'd never do anything to hurt you Emily." The Dean look-a-like says. "I'm Dean."
I stare blankly at him.
"I believe you." I mutter, elbowing the "Dean" in the rib who has me in his arms. He falls to the ground, wincing.
I run to Dean at the door, trying to hold back the tears.
"Hahahaha" The "Dean" on the floor laughs. "I almost had you. I was so close." Next thing I know, the "Dean" on the floor is...peeling his skin off. He pulls from the bottom of his chin, all the way to the top of his forehead, revealing a young Asian man.
Dean shoots him.
I wince in terror.
Dean drops his gun, quickly wrapping his arms around me and runs his fingers through my hair.
"Dean...what-what just happened? I don't understand."
"You've seen your first monster." Dean whispers.