Supernatural Imagines 2

{62} Dean Winchester

Requested By: AbigailVanbaugh Twinerd14 user28103036

Imagine: Part two to my {56} Dean Winchester Imagine: After being tortured in Hell, the reader is reunited with the Winchesters.

WARNING: A LITTLE GRAPHIC WITH THE TORTURE

Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked around in the dark. Sharp pain erupted through your left arm as it split open from the knife being dragged down it. You let out a scream of pain, but when you looked at your arm, there was nothing there.

You're not there anymore Y/N. Stop it.

You walked faster down the abandoned road you were currently on, looking for any sign of civilization. Any sign of someone that could help you. Someone who could give you food. You were starving. Maybe some water? You were parched. Someone who could give you a ride.

Where the hell were you anyways? And why did your arm hurt like hell? No pun intended.

One mile turned into five. Five miles turned into ten. You were quickly losing energy and hope of ever finding another person. One more mile. Suddenly, a small convenience store came into view. You quickly went over to it and looked at the small sign hanging on the door that read: CLOSED.

You let out a small sigh and broke in. You looked around, drinking multiple water bottles and eating what food you could. You saw a mirror hanging in the convenience store and looked at it. You looked awful, covered in dirt and sweat, exhausted. But, your body wasn't ripped to shreds. Why wasn't it? You felt the hellhounds tear you apart right before you died. How was your body still intact?

There it was again. The stinging on your arm. Pulling up your sleeve, you looked in the mirror and revealed a large handprint burned into your skin.

What the hell is that from?

A hot iron prod was stabbed through your right leg making you scream out in pain. A red hot stick was pressed against your cheek leaving multiple burn marks as your skin melted and stuck to it. The laughter of the demons as you begged them to stop but refused to torture others. The pain when they would cut off your fingers one by one and when they ran out of fingers, your toes.

The memories of you being tortured in Hell flashed over and over in your head causing tears to stream down your face as you held your breath. You could hear the voices of your loved ones screaming in pain. In particular, the demons liked to mimic Sam and Dean Winchester.

The Winchesters

That's who you were looking for. You were with them when you died. You needed to find them. You had to find them. You grabbed some money from the gas station and went to the nearest motel to get some rest.

The next morning you went to the library and used their computer to try and track down the Winchesters. It took a couple of hours but you pieced together their trail of cases. Everything from ghosts to djinns. It looked like they had been quite busy hunting since you left. You searched security cameras and followed their credit card trail all the way to Oklahoma.

That's where they were, staying in a small inn in Oklahoma. Hotwiring a car, you took it and drove to Oklahoma, to the inn where you believed the Winchesters were staying. You went to the clerk and bribed him with a $20 bill to tell you where they were staying.

"Room number 8," he stated with a small smile. You smiled back, thanked him, and then made your way to room 8. Taking in a shaky breath, you knocked on the door. Every second that passed felt like an hour as your heart raced. Finally the door opened.

"Sammy," you breathed out with a soft smile. You took a step to hug him, but he took a step back. "Sammy, it's me," you told him reassuringly, but he still looked unsure. "Okay, fair, you watched me die. Do you have holy water? And a silver knife?" you asked him and he nodded his head, stepping into the motel room.

You followed and he kept his eyes glued on you as he reached into his duffel bag and pulled out the various items the boys always used to test if someone was a monster. When you completed all the tests successfully, Sam attacked you in the biggest bear hug. You laughed and told him, "I missed you, Sam."

"I missed you too Y/N," he said, continuing his tight embrace for a few moments longer. He then pulled away and you asked, "Where's Dean?" "Beer run," Sam replied. 'Oh," you responded, moving over to one of the beds and sitting down on it. "You have a lot to catch me up on," you stated and Sam let out a small chuckle before nodding his head.

He sat down next to you and the two of you began catching up. That was one thing you loved about your relationship with the Winchesters. No matter how much time passed between the last time you saw each other, you could always act like you had seen each other yesterday.

After a little while, Sam told you he was going to use the bathroom and you moved to the fridge to look for something to eat or drink, or both. While you were looking through the fridge, you suddenly felt hands wrap around you and pull you back, slamming you into the wall behind you, a knife placed firmly against your throat as you stared into green eyes.

"Dean, don't it's me," you stated, placing a hand on his wrist, trying to move the knife away from your throat, but it wouldn't budge. "I don't care who you are or what you are. What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked in a cold voice.

Suddenly, Sam appeared and pulled Dean off you saying, "Dean, stop! It's Y/N." "Y/N's dead Sammy! We watched her die," Dean snapped back. "She's back. Trust me man, I've done every test in the book to make sure that it was her. It's really her," Sam stated. Dean furrowed his eyebrows at Sam before turning his gaze to you.

"Dean, baby, it's me," you said, watching as realization that you were telling the truth fell through Dean's facial expressions. In a moment, he walked past Sam and pushed you into the same wall he had you pinned up against moments earlier. But, this time he crashed his lips to yours, pressing his body into yours, expressing all of the emotions he'd been keeping bottled up since he watched the hellhounds tear you apart.

When you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours. "I love you so much," he told you, stroking your cheek with his thumb as his hand rested on the side of your face. "I love you too, Dean. I missed you so much," you replied as tears streamed down your face. Dean wiped them away with his thumbs and told you, "Don't cry Y/N. You're back. You're with me. Everything is okay now."

You smiled at his words and hugged him tightly. After a few more minutes, you took a step, interlacing your fingers with his instead. You two moved to a bed and sat down with Sam sitting on the bed across from the two of you, facing you.

For the rest of the night, you all talked. You finished catching up with the Winchesters about what they did while you were gone. They asked questions about Hell and it brought up hard memories but it helped to talk to your best friends about it.

At the end of the night when you were all too tired to stay up any longer, you and Dean laid down. He wrapped you tight in his arms and promised to never let you go again. You held him close and fell asleep, comforted and in bliss that you were finally back together with your best friend and the love of your life.

Hello my little monsters.

Thank you all for reading and for all your votes <3. Last one for the night.

Always Keep Fighting!

~Caela~