Supernatural Imagines

I Love You/Dean

Dean Winchester has been in love with you since the moment he met you. You were a friend of Bobby Singers. Bobby had sent you to help the boys on a case because you were nearby.

But he had no idea you returned these feelings.

He wanted to tell you, but he was afraid. It seemed that everyone he loved has died. What if that happened to you too? You had been kidnapped on multiple occasions as blackmail to both Winchester brothers. They tried to leave you to keep you safe but you were having none of that. They even tried to get Cas to erase your memories of them. But you were smarter than that.

So here you were. You had been on a simple Salt and Burn case with Dean, Sammy staying back at the bunker. While Dean was about to light up the bones, the ghost appeared and sent you flying back into a tombstone, you hit your head quite hard. Dean had fixed you up as best as he could right after, but knew he would have to go to a hotel to get you fixed up more.

When you arrived, he picked you up gently and carried you inside, setting you on the bed. You were quite dizzy but knew you had to stay awake.

"Hey there. Stay with me Y/N. When I get you patched up you can sleep as long as you like." Dean soothed you.

"Does years work?" You joked.

"Yeah that can work." Dean chuckled.

He pressed the wet cloth to your forhead, watching as your eyes fluttered shut. He could see that you were breathing, so he left you alone. He patched you up pretty quickly.

He wanted to know what it would be like to tell you he loved you. Not just in his head when you did something cute. But saying it outloud. He snapped his fingers in front of your face, no reaction.

You were half asleep and you heard the snaps, just didn't want to move.

"I love you." Dean's voice filled your ears. "More than you could ever know. But you'll never love me back..." he trailed off.

"How hard did I hit my head?" You opened your eyes and turned towards him.

A flash of panic spread across his face, but he cleared his throat and put on a poker face.

"Pretty hard." He answered.

"You love me?" You asked.

"Well, I-uh-well you see-"

"I love you too." You tried to sit up only to be met with dizziness.

"Alright. You need rest." Dean commanded.

He put everything away and stripped himself of his clothes all but his boxers. You were definitely enjoying the view of his ass as he tugged on sweatpants. His back muscles flexed. He turned around and now your attention was on the rest of his body. God he was hot.

"Like what you see?" Dean smirked.

"Hell fucking yeah." You mumbled, still staring.

He chuckled.

"Alright, let's get you in Pajama's." He laughed.

He helped you stand and even helped you change. It wasn't the first time either of you has done this. You tend to injure yourself alot. You were soon in just panties and one of Sam's flannels that you loved to steal for bed because they were like dresses in you.

"Dean?" You asked as Dean helped you in bed.

"Yeah, Princess?" He answered, pulling the covers up.

"Will you lay with me tonight?" You asked.

He looked up at you in surprise.

"Yeah, sure." He nodded.

He flipped off the light and climbed into bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, your back flush with his chest.

"I love you so much." He mumbled into your hair.

"I love you more."