Supernatural BSM/DDM IMAGINES (Requests open)

Step dad - Dean DDM

You never really had a father figure but then again who did these days? So whenever your mother got together with a man by the name of Dean Winchester you were skeptical. There had to be something wrong with him, some type of dark secret, but odd enough, there was nothing, he was a retired hunter like his little brother and just wanted a calmed down life. You wanted to hate Dean, you wanted to hate him with all of your being but you just couldn't, he was the father you never had along with your younger brother Timothy. At first Dean was awkward around you, mainly just close with your brother and mom, who would wanna be friends with a teenage girl Anyways? You were moody, sassy, and sometimes a bitch.

Lately for the first few months you had been in a weird off set mood, then after the third month the huge depression episode hit and it left you stuck in bed for weeks, not even wanting to get out of bed to eat, but your mother and brother helped you sometimes. Walking back into your room you dodged the mess of dirty clothes, old cups and food containers, and random trash that scattered your floor, your mom kissed your head sighing "I'll bring up dinner when it's ready...if you need anything just call okay?.." she whispered rubbing your shoulder right before leaving your room. You laid in bed for at least twenty minutes, the only motivation to get you out of bed was the need of a hug. Timothy was outside with his friends and your mom was doing dinner so that left you with finding Dean wherever he was.

Downstairs in the living room sat Dean along with his little brother Sam, quietly watching some random show on the tv talking about random hunting stories, their conversation came to a stop whenever you silently walked in with your blanket around your shoulders, you fell back onto the couch next to dean sighing. "I'm gonna lay my head down on your lap and I swear if you try to move I will stab you" you whispered laying your head onto Dean's lap watching the tv, Dean sat in shock looking at you then Sam then your mother, this was the first time you ever had any contact with him since your mother's wedding almost three years ago.

You woke up around ten hours later, the house was silent and almost pitch black, you could see the faint outline of Dean asleep with his head tilted back on the back of the couch, sighing you got up, against your body's want of just laying still falling back asleep. You pulled out the other sofa's fold out bed starting to make it, nervously looking at Dean you got a wave of uneasiness to wake him up "Dean?.." you whispered shaking him a bit, the man jumped awake quickly looking around in a panic almost scaring you. "I-I set up the bed because...-" you cut yourself off, you didn't want to sleep alone but you felt like it'd be weird to ask Dean to sleep in the bed with you.

"Alright, thats Fine, sweetheart" Dean grumbled walking over to the bed kicking his boots off laying down onto the shitty fold out bed leaving a spot for you "come on, you can't be a blanket hog either" he joked, a small smile tugging itself onto your face as you laid next to him but an appropriate space between you two. Turning on your side, your back towards Dean you sighed closing your eyes "night Dean.." you whispered feeling him shift around before his back was pressed against yours "night kiddo.." Dean whispered back to you reaching behind him to squeeze your arm.

You didn't go to sleep, you couldn't. What if Dean actually hated you. Your entire family is tired of you, they always have to take care of you because you're always lazy and tired. They'd probably be happier with you dead. You don't belong here.

Unknown to you your body was shaking and you were letting out shaky breaths, a large hand wrapped around your torso kissing your head "get out of your head, Kiddo..whatever upsetting thoughts you have..they're not true..I've had the same thoughts..your mom and brother love you..I love you" Dean whispered helping you sit up when you started coughing "h-how do you know what I'm going through?" You panted trying to calm your breathing so you didn't give yourself a panic attack.

"Whenever I..whenever I left home for years...I did some messed up things..-" Dean started but you cut him off "when you went to hell?...I um..went through your stuff whenever you first came here..." you admitted nervously hoping he wouldn't get mad "Uh..yea..when I went to hell I did some messed up things..I couldn't sleep right for months, I couldn't forgive myself..every night I'd have nightmares or panic attacks..and it didn't help until I talked to somebody about it..so I want you to know..I'm always always here for you.." Dean said looking at you holding your hand gently.

"I-I guess I feel like it's my fault...for uh...for my dad leaving..him and I got into a big fight before he left and I guess I always feel like if I never would've fought with him..he never would've left.." You whispered looking down "and I'm scared..you'll leave too..." Dean sighed looking at you "Y/n..I'm gonna be honest..you dad wasn't a good man..he was my old hunting partner when sammy first died..he was unfaithful..you weren't the cause of him leaving you were his excuse to leave..he left to find somebody else..and I will never do that to you kids or to your mom.." Dean said sternly not breaking eye contact. You hold back another cry hugging him tightly hiding your face in his flannel "will..Will you tell mom what I said..about..my dad leaving..?" You asked looking up at him "not if you don't want me to..and not if you don't tell you what I said.." Dean whispered before laying back "now lay back down..it's only four am and you need your sleep...tomorrow if your up for it I'll help clean your room..or you could watch tv while I clean it" Dean smiled as you laid back down.

The next morning whenever your mom walked down she smiled at the sight, you were wrapped up in the blanket while Dean laid as close as possible, a tiny corner of the blanket covering his shoulder and back, you were on your side while dean was on his stomach. She was glad you finally trusted Dean enough to get close to him.

A/n: Hello. Um. I'm running out of ideas for now 0.0