Dean Winchester Imagines

Make me forget

All you did was run. What else could you do? You had barely escaped that thing with your life. A werewolf was after you and it was stopping at nothing to ensure that it could kill you. Being a hunter, you knew that it was faster and could easily catch up but you still ran. Finding your gun along the way you pick it up, luckily it still had some silver bullets in them. You quickly loaded the gun and looked around everytime you heard a noise. You were scared to say the least but you wouldn't let fear rule over you.

You hear a rustling behind you and you quickly turn around just as the werewolf leaps at you and knocks you to the floor. As you attempt to crawl away, you feel the sharp claws of the werewolf plunge into your leg, slowly dragging its claws through your skin before it pulls you back. Holding back a scream, you turn to face the werewolf and kick it backwards. By the time it regains its composure and heads back for you, you shoot it in the heart and it drops to the floor.

Breathlessly, you stand up, ignoring the immense pain and lot of blood running down your leg. You carefully make your way back to your car, put the weapons away and drive yourself to the hospital which luckily wasn't too far away. You were going to write it off as a bear attack as you knew you couldn't tell them that a werewolf attacked you, they would've called you crazy and/or delusional. You picked up your phone, wanted to call Sam and tell him that you had finished another hunt and that you were on your way to the hospital but things didn't go so well since Dean went to hell.

You had really liked Dean for a while but when his time came to an end, you couldn't tell him in time. He was killed before you could tell him. The only person who knew about your situation with the older Winchester was Sam. He has been a close friend of yours since college and when Dean died, he understood when you said that you wanted to leave. He asked you to call and at first you did, but after a while you both had an argument about even after Dean had died and Dean not liking Ruby, Sam still stayed with Ruby, thinking she was a good help. You eventually lost contact with him. That was 2 months ago, 3 months since Dean had gone to hell. But you did remember the argument well.

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"Sam!" You called after him. He stopped walking and turned towards you.

"What?" He looked at you and crossed his arms.

"Why are you still with her?" You called

"Why wouldn't I be? She's really helpful"

"Since when was a demon helpful Sam? Demons are manipulative and they want nothing more than having you leave your friends behind, side with them and then they stab you in the back. And you can't go back to your friends, because they won't forgive you Sam. Not after everything you said to them, every lie you told them, every single piece of worthless crap that left your mouth and will forever remain in your heart. You aren't yourself Sam. I can see that. Dean could see that"

"Don't you dare bring Dean into this Y/n. He's dead and I don't give a crap what you have to say about him." You were furious about this.

"Now i know that that is a total lie. No matter what you and your brother went through, you still did anything for the other person. You'd fight but that is what all siblings do. But then, Ruby shows up on her high horse, claiming that she can help you defeat Lucifer and stop Lilith? Bullshit! She's a demon Sam, she most likely worships Satan and she wants him back. She only means harm. There is not a single good bone in her body."

"How do you know? Your judgement is clouded by the fact that Dean is dead. You loved him and you didn't tell him now all you can do is mourn and blame others for everything"

"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare. Sam Winchester. You know very well that you are the one who's judgement is clouded. A demon shows up, claiming to be good, claiming to be able to stop Lilith and Lucifer and you can believe that? Demons are demons Sam. They are bad and they only cause death and destruction. Dean? He is your fucking brother and you are supposed to be sad that he is dead, heck, you are also supposed to be mourning. But no, instead, you are out there fucking some demon whore who is getting you to become addicted to demon blood so you can 'kill lilith and lucifer'. I do not care what sort of good you think Ruby is doing. I am done with you Sam. You can rot in hell because I am done with you. I hope reality hits you like a ton of bricks because i won't be around to pick up the pieces. Not anymore. You're on your own" You walk away, get into your car and drive off.

That night Sam called and you refused to pick up, you let it go to voicemail. He did leave you a voicemail and you did listen to it. He said he was sorry and he wanted you to come back, but you couldn't, because you knew that this woulf be a constant cycle and you couldn't do it anymore.

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You flung your phone onto the back seat and drove the rest of the way to the hospital. Upon arrival at the hospital you quickly parked and grabbing your phone, you limped your way into the hospital.

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One month later you had just gotten back after a hunt against a pack of demons. You striped yourself of your clothes and jumped into the shower. You cleaned your wounds, cleaned the dirt off of you and washed you hair. Feeling content, fairly relaxed and clean, you exited the shower and immediately tended to your wounds. They weren't anything serious but they needed to be dealt with.

Just as you had finished tending to your wounds, you heard someone knock at the door. Not many people knew of your hide out so you grabbed your holy water and knife. You opened the door and your eyes were greated with the green eyes that you never thought you would see again.

"D...Dean?" Then all the memories came flooding back.