This story is based off my imagine I wrote on my Supernatural Imagines book 2. So enjoy this story of Dean being a killer and the reader falls in love. Also read my story, mamma I'm in love with a criminal on my Supernatural Imagines Book 2, just s...
Dean's POV: Y/n got kidnapped by Crowley and it's all my fault. He knows how much I care for her and how badly I want her. She could end up being sold on the black market since Crowley runs most illegal businesses or worse, she could end up dead and it will be my fault.
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You were trying to open your eyes but you were knocked out cold, your head pounding.
Crowley: Wake up!
You felt a painful sting in your cheek, you then wake up and see Crowley smirking.
You: Who are you?
Crowley: I'm Crowley, love.
You then remember Dean talking about him. Crowley killed Dean's family. Dean was once, a military hero, now turned cold blooded killer. Killing people associated with Crowley in some way.
You: You killed Dean's family.
Crowley: Yes, I did. And Now I'm going to figure out what to do to you.
You: Let me go please!
Crowley: No. Now I have some business to attend to.
Crowley leaves, he slammed a door. You were in a cellar, you ran to the window and it was locked. You banged your fist against it, hoping someone would hear, but what you didn't know was, the place Crowley brought you to, was deep in the woods.
You fall to your knees, crying, hoping, praying someone would find you.
You then fell asleep on the floor, in front of the window, the moonlight shining, in lighting up the cellar and night time sky. You felt all your hope fade away. You felt hopeless and terrified.
Dean's POV: I'm coming Y/n, I will find you and I will kill Crowley. I wish I kept you with me but I didn't want you to get caught or go to jail just because you were with me. I am an idiot for letting you go Y/n, I wish we met under different circumstances.
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You woke up, you saw Crowley walk into the cellar with a smirk on his face.
Crowley: Good Morning Love.
You: Drop Dead.
Crowley: Oh that hurts my feelings love.
You glare at Crowley and his men, you knew if you tried to run, you would be shot and left to rot. You had to think of an escape plan, but how?
