BOOK ONE | dean winchester imagines

22. i love you, you know part one

STORY CREATED BY impala97

I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water trickle down my back, easing the stiffness of my muscles on it's way back to the drain. It had been a hard but successful hunt - my first time facing a wendigo, and damn were those sons of bitches somethin else.

It was nice though, a simple hunt. A break from all this angel, devil, biblical business - THAT I was growing tired of. I missed the simple hunt,find,kill kinda jobs so when there was one available I welcomed it with open arms.. and a long ass machete.

I never craved the normal life. I've had normal. It was boring, bland, mediocre. No adrenaline, no excitement..no dean. I loved being a hunter, even through all the ugly and bad -in the end I loved it.

Wishing I could stand under the shower forever but feeling guilty about wasting water - you know reduce,reuse, recycle and all that jazz, I forced myself out of the comfort of the steamy water, turning off the tap with a squeak.

Squeezing out my hair and pulling on my pajamas - a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt I made my way to the sink, unfortunately catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Damn, I looked like crap.

My face was full of cuts, a new bruise was forming under my eye and my knuckles were tender and bloodied. In short, it looked like I was dragged 10 ways to Sunday and it felt like it too.

Ugh whatever I thought. Who was I trying to impress anyways.

"UM HELLOOOO" My brain almost seemed to scream "DEAN WINCHESTER, YOU IDIOT"

Surprise surprise... Yes,I have a crush on Dean winchester. Yes, he doesn't have a god damned idea and yes, I sure as hell ain't gonna tell him.

I've had a crush on him since the day I laid eyes on him a few years back. He made my knees go weak from day one - so lame I know. My crush grew even more when I realized how similar we were. The same sense of humour, the same food preferences, same likes and dislikes. It was all too weird how alike we were. If i didn't know who my parents were I'd say that we popped out of the womb together - thankfully that wasn't the case though. Can you imagine?

Feeling even more self conscious now that my jerk brain decided to remind me of my undying love for Dean Winchester, I tied my damp, raggedy hair into a high bun - there, that looked somewhat more presentable.

A battered ballerina, I thought. How classy.

I gathered my things and left the bathroom, tiptoeing quicky on the cold cement floor of the bunker - the quicker I went the less chance I had of Dean seeing me in this state. I didn't want him to worry and I also didn't want him to see how bad I looked.

I heard the familiar theme song of jeopardy playing as I neared Dean's room which i had to pass to get to mine. I shook my head with a smile, such a closet nerd that man.

Just as I was passing the door, it flung open revealing Dean.

Gosh he was even more sexy than he was a couple hours ago. He had switched his blue jeans out for a pair of gray sweat pants and his flannel for a black t-shirt coupled with that long robe he loved so much.

I couldn't even.

"Oh! Dean" I said surprised, trying to play it cool "Didn't see you there" oh my god, did that really come out of my mouth right now? I wish I got punched in the teeth earlier instead of my dang eyeball.

"Yea" he said giving me a weird look coupled with a smirk "Because my door was closed.. You ok?"

"Yea" I said moving my towel from one arm to the other "Just tired, is all -."

"Whoa" Dean exclaimed softly, cutting me off "When the hell did that happen?"

He grabbed my wrist pulling me across the hall closer to him. I would be lying if I said my heart wasn't beating a mile a minute

He leaned in close to my face, squinting to get a look at my swollen eye, still holding on to my wrist.

He was so close - damn, I might just get punched in the eye on purpose from now on if this is what it leads to.

I studied his face as he studied mine - well my eyeball if you wanna be specific about it.

His beautiful green eyes, the faint freckles speckled along his nose and those plump soft lips of his. I took it all in. I actually think I forgot to breathe.

"You gonna answer my question?" He said knocking me out of my mesmorization

"Oh yea" I said catching my breath again "The old witch gave me the the ol' one-two and this shiner was the prize" I pointed to my eye "But it's okay though, nothing a lil beauty sleep can't fix"

"You're lying" He stated, letting go of my wrist. Geez, could he see the burning/throbbing that I felt or was I just that crap at lying, because considering it's my job to lie I thought I was pretty damn good.

"Wait here" He ordered, not even giving me a chance to respond "I'm gonna go grab you some ice before you turn into Nick Fury."

I didn't even try to argue, there was no changing Dean's mind when he wanted to help someone, and he already saw me looking like godzilla herself so there was no point in being shy about it now.

I went and sat on Dean's soft bed, watching the remainder of the episode of jeopardy he was watching. This show was such crap. I don't even know why he liked it so much, but some how it made him even cuter.

A few moments later Dean returned with a bag of ice wrapped in a small towel.

"Nurse Dean to the Rescue" I joked as I held out my hand to take the ice bag

"Here let me" He said taking a seat beside me "Let me take care of you this time. After all you did just call me a Nurse." he smiled.

"Fine, fine, a girl can't say no to being pampered - especially by the one and only stud, Dean winchester" I joked. Although it really wasn't a joke. Who could say no to this man, I mean come on, just look at him.

"What can I say, chicks dig me" He replied, gently pressing the ice pack to my now more swollen eye. I winced as the cold spread through my skin.

"So, not to stir the pot" he said breaking the silence "But I know you've been having nightmares lately, was just wondering if somethings up."

Oh no, I thought. Dean knew I was having nightmares. Freakin hell. How stupid and weak I must look now. How did he even know?

"I hear your screams" He stated, reading my thoughts by the confused look on my face

"Oh" I said looking away "Those"

Those. Those meaning the nightmares i've been having lately. The awful, dreadful evil nightmares.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked

Not really, I thought....Because all of them are about losing you, Dean Winchester.

"Nah, it's the usual, vamps, witches, wendigos. " I still couldn't look him in the eyes. Dead give away I was lying my ass off right now and he knew it. "You know, the classics"

"Sure" He sighed removing the ice pack from my eye and placing it on the nightstand. "Since you're gonna be stubborn tonight, so am I"

He pulled the bed covers down, switching the Tv off with the remote.

"Get in." He said