Imagines

Dean Winchester

Warnings: bit of torture, upset Dean (read with caution, jk lol)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Key: y/n = your name , y/a

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   I woke up to a horrible throbbing pain in the back of my head. I tried to open my eyes but it seemed like they were glued shut. I force them open and blink multiple times to adjust to the full light and to get my vision back to normal.

I look down to see that I'm tied to a chair, ropes attached my wrist to the arm rests and my feet to the legs of the chair. I pull on my wrists only feel them begin to burn. I gasp at the pain and immediatley stop.

I heard foot steps and my mind begins to race.

"Who's there? Are they the ones who trapped me down here? Are they going to kill me?"

Before I could think anything else the person revealed themselves.

A handsome man walks toward me. He has green, emerald like eyes, a little bit of scruff on his chin, and his hair is combed back but still sticks out in places. He is striking beautiful, it's a shame he's the one that's got me tied down here.

"Alright freak," he begins. "Tell me about yourself"

"Uh..." I try to calm my racing mind and search for an answer. "Well, my name is y/n, I'm 23, um I live with my aunt in South Carolina, but you probably already knew that cause you found me and all that-"

"Ok, ok, what are u talking about? I don't care how old you are, I want to know about the nest!" He demands in a deep voice.

My voice shakes as I answer, just now realizing this could be a life or death situation.

"Um, we- ell i-i don't know anything about a, uh, nest. I'm really sorry."

I cower away from him and keep my eyes locked on the ground.

Then I feel a sharp pain and look up to see a knife jabbed right in the middle of my right hand.

"What the hell!" I screech. This guy is a psychopath.

"Tell me about the nest!" He yells.

I start crying. I couldn't help it, this guy just shoved a knife in my hand and is now screaming in my face.

He paused for a moment, then continues glaring at me.

"I-i don't know, ok! Whatever you're trying to figure out, I can help, but I don't know anything. I don't even know what type of nest you're talking about, I mean it could be anything!"

I ramble on for a few minutes longer, trying to prove my point to this nutjob.

He suddenly raises his arm to stop me.

"Wait a minute, so you don't know anything about vamps?" He asks cautiously.

I stare at him like he had three heads.

"What the hell is a vamp, of course I don't know what that is! Will you please just let me go?!" I beg becoming distraught once more.

Tears begin to fall at the corners of my eyes and I force them not to fall.

His eyes widen and he stands up straight. He begins pacing and rubbing his hands in his hair, mumbling curse words under his breath.

I stare at him in fear. I have no idea what his next move is going to be, or what he is planning to do to me now that he knows I am useless.

"I am so sorry," he begins as he starts untying me. "I thought you were involved in something but I was clearly very wrong."

"I am so so sorry. You'll have to forgive me. Or don't! Don't forgive me ever, I deserve it! Oh God I stabbed you! We need to get that looked at!

I grabbed his shoulder with my good hand to get him to stop talking.

"It's ok, I'll get over it. Hopefully" I mutter the last part, but I sincerely mean it.

"But you were right about my hand. It hurts like a bitch and I've probably lost a good amount of blood. So let's make a deal. You heal my hand, and then I'll treat you to a cup of coffee."

I know I probably sounded like a sociopath for going out with him after what happened, but he was really good looking and he seemed like a decent enough guy, I mean he is still apologizing about what happened.

His lips pulled up into a relieved smile and put out his hand

"It's a deal"