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Dean Imagine

"I don't think Baby likes me." You told your boyfriend while walking back into the bunker. You had just come home from the hospital. Something happened while you were working on 'the precious Impala' and you ended up breaking your hand. Although you had a sneaking suspicion that what happened to you was because she doesn't like you. 
"What, no! Sweetheart, Baby loves you!" Dean protested. 
"Did she tell you that?" You asked jokingly with a small smirk. 
"Yes as a matter of fact she did." He said with a smug smile. 
You shook your head and chuckled. Your hand was hurting but you had learned to ignore the pain due to other hunting injuries. As usual you were determined to do things for yourself without help. 
Dean being Dean had opposed this little feat of yours, and was not having it. He went to the extremes sometimes. 

You were sitting in yours and Deans room with a book on your lap. You turned pages carefully or when you wanted to change positions you would make sure to not use your broken hand. As you were adjusting yourself on the bed Dean walked in. His eyes widened at the sight and closed the door quickly. He strides towards the bed with a determined look in his eyes. When you saw him you laughed at how incredibly worried he was. "Why are you laughing? You could hurt yourself worse. No come here." He demanded. He sat on the bed next to you and maneuvered yourself trying to get closer to him. You only moved for a second before you felt him pull you close. He let go of you, letting you rest against his chest. You let your back rest against his chest and a sigh slipped from your lips. 
"Alright what page were you on?" Dean asked. His voice was low and gruff, but smooth like silk. You leaned your head back to look up at him. "Um 130 why?" You asked in confusion. "Because I'm helping you with the book." He told you as if it was obvious. 

"What the hell does that mean?" You questioned. 
He huffed before holding the book open on your lap for you. "I'm gonna hold it and turn the pages. Just read." He said and you sighed. "Dean seriously? I can read a damn book by myself. I'm not helpless." You told him trying to grab the book from his grip but he wouldn't let go. "Shh, I'm helping. Now read and tell me when to turn the page." He said in a stern tone of voice. 
You eventually gave up and just let him do that for you. It was honestly sweet how much he would want to do for you. You really did appreciate him, but you could still do things by yourself. You started to get a bit frustrated with him, so you decided you would go out on a small hunt. Just a salt and burn, not a big deal. You put your things in your duffle and began walking towards the garage to get into your car. Dean walked down the hallway and saw you carrying your bag and stepped in front of you. "Where do you think you're going? Your hand isn't healed yet." Dean scolded. 
"I'm going on a hunt Dean, it's a small salt and burn it's only one town over. I'm fine, it's not that bad anymore ok." You tried telling him but he dismissed it. 
"No. Nope. Not today. You're going to stay here and heal up before you go out on a hunt. It can wait." He stated before reaching for your bag. You moved it quickly out of his reach. "Dean. I'm fine now, just let me go." You tried to reason one last time, still keeping your bag away from him. He tried again to reach for it but you took off down the hallway. You knew you could make a few turns and get to the garage fairly quickly so that's what you did. 

You could hear Dean's steps behind you. The sound of his boots on the floor echoed down the halls. 
"(Y/n), stop. Please!" Dean called after you. Eventually you got far enough away and managed to get to the garage before he could. 
You sighed in relief but knowing you had to hurry before he eventually caught up. Your light sprint to the car was interrupted by arms being thrown around you. Being careful to not hurt your hand further. You knew it was Dean and you had lost your chance. 
"(Y/n), you really thought you could get here first, I know the ins and outs of this garage. I know places to get in here that no one else does sweetheart." He said with triumph. You huffed and broke free from his arms. You turned to face him, tears of frustration in your eyes. 

"Dean, I'm tired of you treating me like a child. Yeah I broke my hand ok, that doesn't mean I need help with everything I do. You won't even let me wash my hair by myself or let me cook anything. Dean please I'm ok." Your voice rose and shook. He looked at you stunned. Tears fell down and you wiped them away. 

"I'm only trying to help you." He spoke firmly. "I know Dean, but I'm not incapable of the simplest things. If I was you know I would ask you for help." You told him, keeping the small amount of tears at bay. 
"I know (y/n), I just can't stand the fact that you're hurt, it scares me so I need to make sure you get better before it gets any worse. I hate to see you like this." He said, taking a step closer to you, he grabbed your good hand in one of his and the other held your wrist on the other arm. 
He picked up your broken hand and as delicately as possible he kissed it. 

You stared at the man lovingly before shaking your head. "I can't stand to see you that way either. I'm just like you when the situation is the other way around. I know you care and so do I but you have to let me go out. Please Dean, you can come with me." You said with an offer to close. 

He looked up at you "I swear on my life if you get the slightest bit hurt. We are coming home." He waved his finger at you. You chuckled and agreed "ok, babe ok." 
He grinned "alright then, let's go back so I can get my stuff." He said before sweeping you up into his arms. You let out a small yelp, and he chuckled. 

"What so now I can't walk on my own?" You asked jokingly. He looks at you with that smile you loved so much but rarely got to see. "Nah, I just wanted to hold you." He said, kissing your cheek. 

You let out a laugh and rested your head against his shoulder. "Now that, I'm ok with." 

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You went on the hunt with Dean, and the moment your hand hurt he drove straight back home. 

"Dean, it wasn't that bad, really I just hit it on something. It was an accident." You said to him with an annoyed tone. 
"Nope, I don't care, accident or not you're hurting and I'm taking us home." He retorted. 

While his eyes were on the road you stuck your tongue out at him and crossed your arms. Dean saw this from the corner of his eye. 
"Hey, don't give me attitude sweetheart. I saw that." He said to you. You let out a chuckle at your childishness. "Just drive Dean." You let a small smile grace your lips. He smiled too. "C'mere." He said.
You moved over and leant against him softly. He smiled and kissed your head. 
"Thanks for taking care of me Dean." You said to him softly reaching up to kiss his jaw. 
"Anything for you sweetheart. Anything."