Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader

You sighed loudly in frustration, placing a hand on your forehead, looking at the eldest Winchester with annoyance. "Dean we've been on three consecutive hunts this week, you must be tired just please... Stay in tonight."

"Y/N, jeez I'm just going for a drink." A lump began rising in your throat, and your bottom lip began to quiver slightly. "You're seeing someone else aren't you?" your voice came out as a hoarse whisper, barely audible. Dean screwed his face up in confusion, standing with his hands on his hips giving you a defiant stare. "You really think I'd do that to you?"

"I- I don't know any more Dean..." you turned away and pulled at your hoodie, doing your best to look indifferent. The words you heard next made you turn around in shock and your heart stop for a second. "You're pathetic."

"Excuse me?"

"You get paranoid so easy and it's pathetic Y/N. It freaking does my head in alright? You're always telling me what I can and can't do-" he trailed off abruptly and pinched the bridge of his nose, obviously trying to bring an end to his rant.

"Anything else you want to point out that I do wrong whilst we're here?" you shouted back, a little louder than you'd intended.

"Just shut up already." Dean walked towards you, his eyes locked onto yours until he was inches from your face, you could smell the familiar bitterness of alcohol on his breath and it made you wrinkle your nose up in disgust. "I never wanted you anyway." his words were slurred and almost unrecognisable, but they burnt into your brain like a red hot poker. Taking you by surprise, he slammed his fist down hard on the table next to where your hand was resting. Eyes widening with fear and shock, you pointed to the motel door and tried to muster up the courage to speak. "Get out." he just stood there, staring at you, his breathing rapid and his fists clenched. "I said get the hell out Dean." you screamed, shoving him hard in the chest, tears free falling down your cheeks. "Don't bother coming back!" you hollered. voice breaking as he stalked out slamming the door behind him.

Dean's drinking had become an increasing problem in your relationship, instead of talking to you about what was wrong he simply turned to alcohol like it was the only option he had. All you wanted to do was take him in your arms and whisper words of reassurance into his ear, but his unwillingness to do anything about his problems was tearing him apart and it showed. This latest outburst had truly scared you however, because he'd never laid a hand on you before and it made you think he was close to snapping.

The morning after the argument, you woke up at 6:00am, head still ringing with the things Dean had said before he left. You hopped off the creaking uncomfortable mattress and pulled one of Dean's t-shirts over your head, breathing in his scent and letting out a small sigh, a part of you desperately wanting him to burst through the door with his old bright smile and scoop you into his chest. Slipping on some comfy fabric shorts you ambled over to the motel door, heading to the little store across the road to find something to eat. You didn't get very far out the door of your room before you tripped over a large lump blocking your exit. The lump grunted in surprise and revealed itself to be Dean. When he saw who it was, his expression softened with remorse and he held out a hand to help you up. All of your brain was screaming to get up and walk away, but how could you do that? How could you just abandon the one man you cared about most? You took his hand and pulled yourself up, "You're freezing Dean..." you mumbled, reaching out to touch his arm, he was just wearing a thin black t-shirt."How long have you been out here?"

"All night." his voice cracked and he shivered slightly, not looking you directly in the eye. "Baby... I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I don't want- I can't lose you. Please say you forgive me?" his eyes had begun to swell up with tears and he grabbed your hand making you gasp at the ice cold touch. "Dean I don't know..." Dean cupped your cheek with his other hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb against it softly. "Please baby." the raw desperate plea that left his lips made your heart shatter in two and you knew you had forgiven him a long time ago. You hadn't said anything for a few minutes, just stared at the wall behind Dean's head whilst he murmured about how stupid he had been and that he could change. He pulled you down next to him onto the carpet and into his chest, you instinctively nuzzled into it, feeling him exhale loudly in relief that you hadn't resisted against his embrace. Salty stinging tears landed on your face and you looked up to see Dean trying to wipe them away. "I didn't mean any of what I said last nigh- oh god I am so sorry, I'm such an idiot. You don't deserve any of this."

Rational thoughts re-entered your brain and you gently released yourself from his embrace, no, you were not going to let him get away with hurting you again.
"Dean... You almost hit me last night. Do you really think I'm just going to put up with being treated like that? Sorry doesn't make everything better, and.. and to be honest I think we need to spend a few days out of each other's hair. Maybe you should go visit Sam? He misses you, and I know you feel the same."

Dean's expression turned to one of complete anguish, the thought of leaving your side even for a couple of days worried him greatly. But he knew he wanted to make this situation better, and the words that you spoke were the truth.
"You're right Y/N, I need to get some help... And that's hard for me to admit because I'm supposed to be looking out for you." He paused, shaking his head. "What a mess I made of that huh."

Several hours later Dean was on the road, the desert landscape seemed intimidating and vast, with only cacti resembling strange statues for company and the occasional car driving the other way. Rolling down the window the cool breeze was welcome, he cursed aloud at his earlier actions but knew Y/N was right not to take him back at this moment.

Dean knew how precious and sometimes fleeting relationships were, his mind drifting back to the time Sam lost Jessica, and the incurable pain his brother had felt, and honestly he didn't think Sam would ever heal that wound. Dean had been selfish for far too long, and he was determined to win Y/N's trust back, whatever he had to do to earn it.