Supernatural Imagines

You Understand, Right?

Part 12 - Who Will You Choose

“I understand if you want me to leave,” Y/N mumbled against his chest, her grip on his jacket loosening itself.

“Leave? Leave where?” Dean asked, confused at her words.

“I betrayed your trust. I didn’t believe you. I nearly gave the Colt to Crowley! You have a million and one reasons to hate me!”

“Hey, none of that,” Dean rebutted sharply. “I told you when you left that I would never hate you. You’re family, and nothing will change that.”

“Okay.”

“C’mon. Let’s go back to the motel.” Dean helped her to get on her feet, letting her lean on him for support before stabilizing herself. “You good?”

“Yea.” She kept a hand around his elbow for support as they made the short trip back to their motel room.

When they went back in, Sam was just putting on his shirt, his jeans already on, and his hair still wet from the shower.

“Where’d you guys go?” he asked, before his gaze settling on Y/N’s bruised neck. “What the hell? What happened?” In two giant steps, he was in front of her, a gentle had lifting her head to examine her blue-tinted skin.

“I stole the Colt,” Y/N replied.

“What? Why would you do that?” Sam’s eyes widened in shock.

“I stole it for Crowley. He said he needed it.”

The youngest Winchester took three steps backwards, as if her skin was fire that burned his skin.

“But she gave it back to me,” Dean interjected, seeing the hurt and anger in his younger brother’s eyes. “She never gave the Colt to Crowley.”

“You made a deal with Crowley?! What the hell did you get from this deal?”

“A new life,” she answered quietly. “But I didn’t know he was going to turn me into a demon.”

“Well, what did you think?” Sam growled, his voice growing louder and louder. “He’s a demon! You trusted a demon over us?!”

“Sam-”

“No, Dean. Don’t defend her on this,” he seethed. “Do you know what Dean did when Crowley gave you back to us?”

She shook her head, gaze permanently on the brown-coloured carpet floor.

“Crowley wanted to make sure we were going to kill this vampire, so Dean made a deal that if we didn’t gank this bastard in a month’s time, he would go on the rack until I finish the job.” At this point, he was yelling so loudly, the vein on his neck was protruding. “Look, I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but how dare you betray him like this? I get if you wanted to hurt me- after all, you had to go to hell because of me, but Dean has done nothing to you to make you cross him like this.”

“Sammy!” Dean hissed. “Stop it.”

“Why are you still defending her?” Sam threw his hands in frustration. “She stole the Colt-”