Supernatural imagines: So, Get This...

Dean's Demands

Lying to Dean about why you have new bruises every time you come home and he demands the truth.

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I looked in the mirror and knew instantly I had to hide the bruises and cuts. I sighed, I hate lying to them but I knew they wouldn't understand. Hell, I'm not even sure I understand. All I know is he doesn't mean to hurt me. 

I focused on covering my bruises with makeup and hid in long clothing to hide the bruises on the rest of my body. I left my hair down to hide any bruises on my neck. The hardest part is lying to the boys, especially Dean. Dean's protective of me. Any time someone has threatened me, he's always protected me and got revenge. He tries to act like he doesn't like me but as soon as monster hurts me he always seems to find superhuman strength and get revenge. Just two weeks ago we were on a case together. He was fighting three guys and I had a straggler, I was pressed against a wall being strangled and out of nowhere, Dean stabbed the guy. His three dead on the floor and I had no idea how he overpowered them so quickly. I could have sworn that I saw him struggling moments before he saved me. 

He hated me in the beginning but I've seen every impressed look he does in the mirror when he sees me singing along to his rock music, every smile he hides when I make a good joke, every smirk he conceals when I intimidate someone successfully. I've even noticed him watching me in awe when I do something badass. He seems to care when no one else is looking, I don't mind it, I think it's cute. 

I walked out of the bathroom and slowly made my way downstairs. I was nervous as my heart was racing but I tried to hide my fear. I was trying to sneak out but his voice stopped me. 

"Y/N, please," He said making me want to sigh. I already know he doesn't have to say again. I cleared my throat before walking into the living room with a plain expression. He was sat on the chair, red eyes from crying and a lump in his throat. There he was a shell of my boyfriend. "I'm sorry, baby." He started as I stood in the doorway. I was becoming accustomed to this, getting used to the same apologies and excuses. I considered leaving him, the first time he raised his hand at me. I wanted to fight him back, I knew I could take him but I couldn't bring myself to hurt someone I loved. But as the months went on I didn't recognise him anymore. Even though the love had gone, I still couldn't bring myself to be that person. I tried to be a normal girl in the house, I couldn't become a hunter here too. I was always a hunter when I left the door but as soon as I walked in I was a helpless woman just hoping it would stop but he didn't seem to be grieving as fast as he hoped he would. He lost two of his friends in a robbery gone wrong. They were walking to a bar when someone jumped them. They were shot and my boyfriend blames me. I was sick so he stayed behind to look after me but how was I supposed to know. He was hurting but it wasn't my fault, even if he had gone he would have just died with them. Nothing about it was right. 

"It's okay, I'm just heading to work," I shrugged but he didn't smile. 

"You're not leaving me?" He questioned, a trace of anger in his tone.  I shook my head making him smile. "You know I couldn't live without you," He commented before pulling me into an unwanted hug. I felt myself wince but took a deep breath and hugged him back. He wasn't Jack anymore, he was an alcoholic, abusive man. I sighed with relief as he let go of me. He smiled sinisterly. I nodded before heading to the door. "I love you," He called as I opened the door. I gulped slightly. 

"I love you," I replied with no meaning. I closed the door behind me and sighed. Tears threatening my eyes. I hurried to my car and rested my head on the steering wheel. I fought my tears and took a deep breath. I just have to stay strong. I started driving off and was left alone to my thoughts, I turned on the radio trying to distract myself with some music. I skipped through trying to find something but sighed and left on a random channel. Not a second later a song started. 'All I want' I didn't really know the song but I heard it before. But this was my first time listening and understanding it's pain. I couldn't help but let some tears fall but I turned off the song as it was only making me worse. I sighed and focused on driving. I'll be at the bunker soon and I'll be able to act like a normal hunter soon. Strong and unfazed by pain.