#1 deanwinchesterxreader #1 wayward #1 readerxdean #1 supernaturalhunter ~Just a bunch of one shots/imagines that I've written for the reader and Dean Winchester. Some of them are fluff and some are smut, I will put a warning ⚠️ with the title if it...
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As Dean woke up from his slumber, he realized he was bound to a wooden chair. He searched around the room slowly, looking for the fucker that kidnapped him and brought him back to this god forsaken bunker. All he could remember was his brother Sam, a bar, a fight, and then nothing. His blood was boiling. Hot coals burning in a flame.
It didn't take long for you to walk from the shadows. You had been watching him, your Dean, your sweet, precious, beloved Dean...but it wasn't your Dean any longer. Crowley had infected him...made him what he was not...a demon. You wanted nothing more than to fuck up Crowley's disgusting face but the time wasn't now. Sure, you would have the opportunity later, and you vowed to make him hurt as much as you had the past couple months. However, right now you had other matters to attend to.
Dean saw you at last, he remembered you vaguely from his memories. You walked closer to him and he snarled. In fear, you jumped away. He chuckled at your reaction, gazing up at you with his pitch black eyes.
"What's so fucking funny?" Now wasn't the time for him to be making jokes or making you feel like a fool.
Dean smirked evilly, "You claim to be a hunter...the kind of person of whom kills the supernatural...and yet you cower before me." His eyes darked, his voice raising, "You're pathetic!"
In one sudden motion, you were leaning down, hands gripping his forearms, your face inches from his. You stared into his eyes, and Dean didn't flinch. "Watch what you say to me demon."
"Oh I'm shaking in my boots," he replied sarcastically.
You kept eye contact, letting him know that you fucking meant business.
"I want my husband back you motherfucker." Your voice was shaky and you mentally slapped yourself for letting this 'thing' know that it was getting into your head.
The demon smirked at you. "Sorry...but good ole Dean Shitbags is no longer available.
You slammed your fists down on his. "I. WANT. MY. HUSBAND BACK!!! AND YOU WILL GIVE HIM BACK TO ME OR SO FUCKING HELP ME I'LL FORCE HIM OUT OF YOU AND SEND YOU BACK TO THE MOLTEN FIRE PITS OF FUCKING HELL FROM WENCE YOU CAME!!"
You screamed in his face and he did nothing but giggle at your reaction. His face crept closer to yours and you could feel his breath on your lips. You showed no fear this time and stood your ground. There was no way that you were going to let this low life piece of shit make you cower like a mouse in a corner.
"I'd like to see you try," he challenged.
That was it, your self control snapped. Your fist connected with his cheekbone, rather hard. You thought you heard a crunch but you weren't about to stop to check if this asshole was alright. Then it dawned on you...you had punched Dean in the face. Your anger disappeared for a second but was back again when Dean looked at you with those pitch black eyes again, this time letting out a glutteral scream. It was possible that you might have hurt him. Part of you felt sorry for your husband when he comes back but you definetly didn't feel any sort of pity for this abomination.
