Supernatural Imagines

We've Got Your Back (Dean Winchester + Team Free Will)

Request: Could you write an imagine where TFW (and maybe Jack if you're so inclined) help the reader get away from an abusive spouse/situation? I understand if you don't want to write abuse just wanted to ask. Requested by Anon.

A/N: ok, so I made it a situation and a minimum amount of abuse for people who don't like reading about that.
e/b/n= ex boyfriend's name.

Warnings: abusive ex-boyfriend.

"Y/n, where are you?" Dean called you.

"I'm on my way to you first I have to make a short stop to the bar" you informed him.

"Why drink alone? Just get some and we'll drink together once you're here".

"I'm not there to drink. I'm going to see e/b/n. He's not answering my phone ever since I told him that we should break up. I'm going to end it once and for all".

"You shouldn't go alone, since he's probably drunk. You know what he's capable of. Wait for me, I'm on my way".

"No, you'll only make things worse. Since he believes that we're having an affair. I can handle him. See you in a bit".

"Y/n wait, don-" you hung up on him and entered the bar that e/b/n goes to every night.

"Aaah, Y/n, come have a drink with me" he drunkenly invited you.

"We need to talk" you insisted.

"We will. Just one drink, go on".

"No. you're drunk for the both of us. I can't take this anymore, I'm breaking up with you" you told him.

"Honey, you're not thinking clearly".

"I'm not thinking clearly? I'm done with you. I already packed my stuff and I'm leaving town".

"You're not going anywhere sweetheart, unless I say so".

"You don't own me, e/b/n. My decision is final".

"Is it because of that guy? What was his name? Damien? Damon? No, Derek? Ah, yes Dean! You're cheating on me with him, aren't you?" he accused.

"No, I'm not. I'm doing this for me. You never treated me well and now I've finally had enough".

"Liar!" he yelled.

"Lower your voice. You're making a scene!".

"So, what? Let everyone know what a cheating lying whore you are" he stood up and slapped you with the back of his hand.

"Don't touch her, you son of a bitch" Dean rushed towards him and punched him in the face.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jack asked.

"I'm fine. What are you all doing here? Dean came with Sam, Cass and Jack.

"We came to teach him a lesson" Cass informed you.

You turned to face Dean and he was still punching him "hey, that's enough!" but he kept punching him.

The other guys in the bar were his friends and when they saw Dean hitting him, they started attacking but the boys came prepared.

"Dean, you're gonna kill him. Stop!".

"He deserves to die" he said in an angry tone.

"He'll get what's coming for him, just not like this. Let's go" you put your hand on his chest to make him stop.

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"You should've let me finish him" Dean looked at you from the rear view mirror as he drove away.

"That's not the way we do things" you reminded him.

"She's not wrong, Dean" Sam added.

Dean's hand was bleeding but he didn't care or let Cass heal him. When he tried to heal him, you also refused.

As soon as you entered the bunker, Dean brought rubbing alcohol, bandages, plaster and cotton wipes.

Cass and Jack came with your car and carried your bags to the bunker and to your new room.

You were about to go get the rest of the stuff but Dean stopped you. He lifted your chin and took a look at the small wounds you had at the side of your mouth and head.

"Dean, it's just a small scratch. I'm fine, really" you reassured him.

"I still need to clean the wound. You don't want to get an infection, trust me".

You couldn't help but smile and watch him as he took care of you.

"Seriously, a plaster? That's not necessar-" by the time you finished the sentence it was already too late. Now you had two sill plasters on your face.

"Are you done? You asked nicely.

"I think so".

"Let me have a look at you".

"I'm fine".

"No, you're not. Your hand is bleeding and it's swollen. Now let me take care of you like you took care of me".

"It's really not-".

"Shh" you took his hand, put some rubbing alcohol on it, cleaned it with the cotton wipes and gently wrapped it in some bandages "and we're done".

"Y/n, I- I'm".

"I know. We can talk about this later. When the time is right".

"How are you feeling?" Sam came to check on you.

"I'm fine. You should all stop worrying about me".

"Are you sure?" Cass asked.

"Yes, Cass" you chuckled.

"Hey, I brought some snacks and sweets, wanna watch a movie with me to you know, lighten up the mood?" Jack offered.

"Sure. How considerate of you" you smiled.

"Wait for me" Dean said.

"I'm coming too" Sam added.

"And me" Cass followed.

It was a beautiful night- well the rest of the night. You all ate, laughed and had fun together.