Supernatural Imagines

You Understand, Right?

Part 4 - Broken Promises

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean greeted lowly as not to scare her. 

Her gaze was stuck to the ground, her body not moving an inch.

“We’re not going to hurt you. Do you remember us?” Sam questioned kindly, bending his knees to meet her eyes.

She nodded slowly, looking unsure of her surroundings. 

“You’re not in hell anymore,” Sam said comfortingly. “You’re safe with us.”

Y/N looked around the motel room, and finally opened her mouth. “Wh- What’s the date?” she croaked.

“It’s June 19th, 2015,” Sam answered.

The girl looked accepting of the fact that it has been nine years since her death. 

“Here,” Sam quickly said, grabbing a water bottle from the table, and handing it to her. “You must be hungry. Dean, and I were just about to head back to the bunker.”

“The bunker?” Y/N asked with her head tilted to the side.

“Yea!” Sam’s face lit up as he continued talking about their new found residence. He chattered away about the bunker for a few minutes until Dean interrupted him.

“Let’s get you some food before we leave.” There wasn’t any trace of emotions in his voice, his face as stoic as ever.

Y/N looked down at her bloody clothes, and before she could say anything, Dean had already gone through his bag, pulling a pair of shirt, flannel, and sweatpants for her to wear.

“Get changed, and then we’ll head out,” Dean instructed.

As she was in the bathroom, the two brothers turned to each other.

“She did what I was suppose to do,” Dean muttered more to himself than anyone else.

“What do you mean?”

“I was gonna sell my soul for your life. I didn’t think she would-”

“None of us did, Dean. We all looked to see if someone did anything- She hid her tracks very well.”

“She was in hell for the past 10 years, Sam! How does his not bother you?!” Dean hissed.

“It does! Of course, it fucking does! Don’t you think I feel guilty?! She sold her soul to save me. But she needs us, Dean. She’s been gone for 10 years! Things are different- Bobby’s dead-”

“Bobby died?” Y/N blurted before she could stop herself.

The two men whipped their head towards her, standing by the bathroom door with her dirty clothes tucked against her.

Sam sighed, and gave her a pitiful look. “We’ll get you caught up.”

The three of them went to a nearby diner, picking up some food for the ride home. On the way home, Sam gave Y/N a brief rundown on the past 10 years, explaining what had happened after she died. Y/N listened intently to the stories, shocked at how much had happened to the brothers. She always knew they were destined for greatness, but she didn’t think that they would face such adversaries in such a short period of time.

By the time they got to the bunker, everyone was exhausted. But Y/N’s head was spinning as she came to terms that so much had changed. Sam gave her a quick tour around, and gave her the bedroom in the bunker with a bed already set up to sleep for the night. It was what Dean jokingly called a ‘suburban guest room’ with everything neatly decorated with shit that hunters would never get for themselves. The youngest Winchester bid her goodnight after he made sure she had everything she needed. 

Y/N grabbed a towel, and another pair of clothes from the pile that Sam gave her, intending to shower before going to bed. She slowly made her way to the communal bathroom, trying to memorize the layout of the bunker. The hot water felt like it was washing away the grime of being in hell for almost ten years, but it couldn’t wash away the memories. The girl felt like she was running on auto-pilot, not knowing what to feel, or how to act around her two friends. She wondered if she would be feeling this way for the rest of her life.

On her way to her bedroom, Dean turned a corner, and bumped into her.

“Oh, hey, Y/N.”

“Hi, Dean.”

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

Y/N nodded, following him to his bedroom. She was amazed at the array of decorations he had around his bedroom. She remembered his love for guns and vinyls, and this room represented exactly just that. She heard Dean sigh just as he closed the door behind him.

“How are you, sweetheart?” he asked, his face lined with concern. He stood in front of her, leaning down just slightly to gaze into her eyes.

“I’m okay,” she replied automatically with a shrug.

The hunter frowned at her response before softening his gaze again. “I promise you, I’m not letting you get hurt again,” Dean quietly vowed, running his hand down her arm, and linking their fingers. 

Y/N flinched, pulling her hand back as if his touch had burned her. She raised her eyes to meet at his, hurt evident on his face. Dean couldn’t hide the shock at her reaction, his heart dropping at the sight of her cold, and empty eyes. He wondered if it’s always looked like that. The guilt growing into an even bigger monster as he realized he couldn’t even remember what her eyes looked like before. “I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken,” was all she said. Her voice hoarse, and low from being unused, causing shivers to run down his spine. It was the lack of emotions in her eyes and voice, the way that he knew if someone were to shoot her right now, she wouldn’t even flinch. 

The hunter stumbled back as if she had physically stabbed his heart. “Wh- What do you mean?” 

The girl shook her head, and didn’t say anything else before walking back to her given room.