Supernatural Imagines 2

{48} Demon Dean (Deanmon)

Requested By: Broken_But_Not_Lost

Imagine: You are out hunting with Charlie and when you come home, Demon Dean is waiting for you.

You had left the Bunker a couple of weeks ago. You and Dean had been in a serious relationship and you loved each other more than words could describe. But, then Dean was killed by Metatron and when he came back to life, he wasn't himself. He was a demon.

You felt bad for leaving Sam and Castiel. Especially since they were trying to find Dean, but you couldn't stay in the Bunker. Every inch of that place had a memory of you and Dean. Memories that now pained you. So, you called your best friend Charlie up and explained everything that was happening. 

She was quick to respond and offered to take you out hunting for a while. Just you and her. You jumped at the opportunity, just needing a chance to get away. You tried to explain why you had to leave to Sam and Cas why you had to leave and they seemed to understand but they were also more depressed than ever which broke your heart.

You wanted to promise them you would be back, but you didn't know if you would be. So you hugged each of them goodbye and then left. 

Hunting with Charlie was a good distraction. She knew how to take your mind off of everything and killing monsters was an added bonus. Today, was just another example of that. After a successful vampire hunting case, Charlie decided to go get drinks at a bar and forced you to come with her. 

You didn't want to because let's face it, you were exhausted. You had been hunting nonstop and at any moment you felt like you could collapse. Charlie, of course, didn't know that you never slept, hardly ate and spent all of your energy in hunting. And, you hid it well. You convinced yourself it would just be another good distraction, so you went with her. 

About twenty minutes in, you had downed three whiskeys and Charlie was practically mounting another woman at the bar. You laughed at her before going over to her and telling her that you would meet her back at the motel room. She just nodded, continuing to stare at the other girl and you chuckled to yourself before walking away. 

You went back to the hotel room, slightly stumbling, mainly from the exhaustion. You opened the door to your room and flipped on the light to see Dean Winchester sitting on one of the beds. "Look who's home," he stated. 

You felt tears threaten to come as you looked at the man. For a split second your hopes skyrocketed as you asked, "Dean?" He let out a small sigh and stood up from the bed, flicking his eyes from his apple green ones to his onyx ones. 

You expression hardened again as you muttered, "Not Dean." "Actually sweetheart, I am Dean, just not the Dean you used to know. That Dean is long gone," he told you. "Then, what are you doing here?" you asked, placing your hand on the angel blade that was tucked in your waistband.

He chuckled and replied, "Please, we both know that you wouldn't kill me." You let out a small sigh and Dean took one step closer, but you were frozen in place. "I just came to check up on what used to be my pet," he replied. "I was a lot more than your pet, Dean," you replied, getting angry. 

Dean raised his eyebrows and replied, "That's true, although looking at you now, I have no idea why." Your heart broke a little at his words but you kept a brave face. "I mean honestly. What was I thinking? There are way hotter girls than you...like that woman I slept with last night. And don't even get me started about how much better she was in bed. Not to mention she could actually put a smile on my face without me having to fake it," Dean stated not breaking eye contact with you.

Meanwhile, every crack in your heart that the old Dean had once filled was now broken again and all you wanted to do was break down. But, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "What do you want from me?" you asked him, your voice slightly cracking.