Hey I love all your imagines they are awesome! I was wondering if you could do one where you came back from a hunt (and dean has the mark of Cain still on his arm)and dean blames you for doing something wrong even though it was something small and he hurts you really bad and after he feels sorry and tries to make it up to you thank you!!
Wow. I can’t believe it’s been two years since I last posted on here. My final years of high school were just so intense. But as of two days ago, I have officially finished my HSC (final exams). So I’m free! And I can finally get back into writing again.
I hope this is what you’re after, and please forgive me if the quality isn’t the same. I’m very out of practise.
Thanks @alexamer1234-blog for the request.
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Dean slammed the driver’s side door of the Impala, stalking off out of the garage and into the Bunker itself, not even waiting for you as you climbed out of the passenger’s side and hobbled after him, wincing every time you placed weight on your right leg. Looking through the vamp’s nest, your foot had slipped through a loose floorboard, most likely spraining your ankle.
“Dean, could you please just stop for a minute and talk to me?” you panted, the exertion from trying to hurry with an injury taking its toll on you. He was standing at the table when you finally caught up to him, cleaning off his blades, and he whipped around at the sound of your voice.
The look on his face forced you back a step, a dark combination of malice and rage, and despite everything you knew about him, every ounce of trust you had in him, you found yourself glancing at the weapon in his hands, praying that he would put it down. “What do you want to talk about, huh?” he demanded, taking a menacing step forward, counteracting the backwards step you’d just taken. “About you screwing up back there? About how you almost got us killed?”
You flinched, listening as his voice rose with each accusation. “Dean, what are you talking about?” you queried. “How did I almost get us killed? We were perfectly fine! We had those vamps cornered and you know it!”
“Oh, we had them cornered, did we?” Dean replied, carefully placing the knife on the table. Somehow, watching him do that terrified you more, a bad feeling in your gut. His anger you could take. But this, this sense of calm, this was not something you were used to at all, and certainly not something you wanted to familiarise yourself with. “What about when you fell, huh? Just about brought the whole place crashing down, alerting all those freaking vamps that we were there. You’re just lucky I was there to save your ass.”
“Excuse me?” you exclaimed, regaining your composure as anger flooded your veins. “I wasn’t ‘lucky’ you were there; I can hold my own, thank you very much. And I did not let all the vamps know we were there. Hell, I barely even woke one of them. And as for me falling, yeah, I tripped. But you know what? It was a goddamn mistake, and right now, my ankle freaking kills and I could do with a little concern instead of you acting like a dick!”
“What did you just call me?” Dean challenged, his eyes turning dark. You felt your composure falter, and you felt yourself longing for an escape, growing uncomfortable at the way this conversation was unfolding. “I may be a dick, but you, Y/N, you are a pathetic excuse for a hunter.” Your eyes began burning and you swallowed hard against the growing lump in your throat. This wasn’t like Dean, not at all. The Dean you knew would never speak to you like this, would never even think that way about you…would he?
“The Mark,” you stated, your head suddenly clearing. “This is the Mark talking. This isn’t you, Dean. The Mark is messing with your head.”
“DON’T BLAME THIS ON THE MARK,” Dean roared, his body looming up before you, an immense wall of strength, and you suddenly found yourself remembering just how much taller and stronger than you he was. “My head is clearer than it’s ever been. The Mark is making me realise things I should have seen a long time ago.”
“Well if you think that, you’re more of an idiot than I thought,” you retorted, your voice only shaking slightly. And then a flash of movement, a glimpse of red, raised skin, a crack filling the room, and searing pain erupting across your cheek.
You collapsed into one of the chairs, the force of the blow and the sheer pain sending you reeling. Glancing at Dean, who was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, you fled the room, clutching your cheek as tears began to fall down your face and blur your vision. Pushing past the pain in your ankle and now your cheek, you sought the safe confines of your room, where you locked the door before falling back against your bed, wishing that you’d had the chance to grab some ice on your way out, anything to dull the pain.
Ten minutes went by, half an hour, before there was a knock at your door. “Y/N,” Dean’s quiet voice came through the door. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. You have no idea how freaking sorry I am.”
“Fuck off,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from sobs.
“Y/N…please,” Dean begged. And for some reason, against all your better judgement, you stood up, moving towards the door to let him in. You weren’t quite sure what it was, what made you think he could be trusted. But there was something in his voice, something raw and desperate…something genuine. You got the impression that maybe this was the Dean you knew, one you could reason with.
You opened the door to find Dean waiting outside, a packet of frozen peas in his hand, which he passed to you wordlessly. Equally silent, you reached out a hand to grab them, exposing the angry bruise covering half of your face.
“Y/N…” Dean gaped, a look of horror flooding his expression. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I can’t…I just, I don’t know what came over me. You know I’d never hurt you like that. I was just so, so angry. And I just don’t know what came over me.”
“I do,” you finally spoke up, your eyes flicking up to meet his. “It was the Mark, just like I said. It…it does things to you. It’s changing you, Dean. And not in a good way.”
“I know,” he uttered, his voice coming out strained. “I know, I can feel it. And believe me, I never would’ve taken it if I’d have known this would happen. I wish there was some way I could take it back, that I could make this right. But I just don’t know what to do.”
“I do,” you repeated, taking in his features. His shoulders, slumped and defeated. His eyes, shocked and haunted, seemingly unable to look away from the pain he’d inflicted upon you. “We’re going to call every hunter we know, go through every book in that library.” Dean’s eyes shifted to your own, clouded with confusion, unsure of where you were going with this. “We’re getting that damned Mark off of you.”
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Well, thanks for reading! And thanks to everyone who stuck by me for the very, very, VERY long time I was inactive for.
Please don’t repost.