Could you write an imagine where Dean was scared (season 4 ep. 6) and when he's almost dying reader comforts him but he hurts her on accident and she runs away and gets kidnapped by demons? Then Dean (w/ Sam) rescue her (most Dean) and then fluff? :)
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Hi! I absolutely love this episode so thank you for the request. I’m so sorry it took so long! I’ve just had a lot of homework and assignments at school. Anyway, I hope it’s what you were after!
Warning: There’s a bit of language in this.
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“Dean, listen to me. It’s not real, alright? None of what you’re seeing is real!” you said in an attempt to calm Dean down.
“They’re after me!” Dean cried out, the panic gripping him like a vice.
“Listen to me. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. Just breathe, alright?” you assured him. “Just try to match my breaths, okay? Sam will have all this sorted out soon. Don’t worry.”
Dean started to breathe with you and after a minute or two, you noticed that he had calmed down marginally.
“That’s good, Dean. Keep that up.”
At the sound of your voice, Dean looked up again.
“Get away from me!” he yelled, pushing you away. “Get out of Y/N, you son of a bitch!”
“What the hell, Dean?” you exclaimed, catching yourself on the wall of the motel.
Dean grabbed the demon knife. “You heard me! Get out of Y/N or I’ll send you straight back to Hell!”
“Dean - I’m not a demon!”
“Do I really look like that much of an idiot? Get out of her!” Dean came up and pinned you against the wall, the knife hovering above your chest.
“Dean?” you whispered, your voice cracking. You tried again. “Dean, it’s me. Please, you have to believe me! This is just the fear making you see things. It’s me, i swear!”
“Shut up!” Dean yelled, plunging the knife into your arm.
You cried out in pain. “Get off me!”
You raised your leg and kneed Dean in the groin. Taking advantage of his surprise and pain, you pushed him off you and sprinted for the door.
It wasn’t until you were at least two blocks away that you began to slow down and catch your breath. You hated yourself for leaving Dean right now, with the fear taking over his brain, but you couldn’t stay there. The blood running down your arm was proof of that.
“In a hurry, are we?” A voice asked from just behind you.
You turned around to find yourself face to face with a man. As you looked at him, his eyes flashed black for a moment.
His arm lashed out and you only had time to think that all your weapons and your phone were back at the motel before the demon made contact with your head and the darkness sucked you in.
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“Finally. She wakes,” you heard through a curtain of fog surrounding your brain.
Blinking several times to orient yourself, you looked around and saw that you were tied to a chair in an old shed. The demon stood in front of you, twirling the knife between his fingers.
“What do you want with me?” you asked tugging your hands apart to test the strength of your bonds.
“You’re very direct, aren’t you? No use beating around the bush with you.”
You rolled your eyes. “Look, if you’re just going to be a dick, can we perhaps cut this little meeting short? I’ve got places to be.” You hoped that by matching his casual tone, he wouldn’t realise how truly scared you were.
“Oh, this meeting will definitely be cut short,” the demon assured you. “But perhaps not in the way you’re hoping for.”
“Just tell me what you want with me,” you repeated, feeling your heart rate pick up a little at the sight of the knife inching towards you.
“A little birdie told me that you’ve had a bit to do with the angels. Is that right?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me!” the demon shouted, throwing his fist into your face. “I want to know their plans.”
“Please, I don’t know anything! They haven’t given me any information!”
“I don’t believe you,” he sneered.
“You have to believe me! They’ve kept me in the dark,” you pleaded with him, your cheek throbbing from where he’d hit you.
“If you won’t tell me anything voluntarily, I’ll just have to make you -”
“Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!”
“Dean?” you called out timidly. Part of you was filled with relief that help had arrived but another part, a rather big one, couldn’t stop thinking that this might still be the Dean who had attacked you.
“It’s me, baby. It’s me. I’m all better,” he assured you, coming over to untie you while Sam took down the demon and exorcised him.
“Dean,” you whispered, your eyes filling with tears as he freed you from the ropes that were binding you.
“Hey, baby, don’t cry. Everything’s fine,” he murmured, cupping his hands around your face and wiping your tears with his thumb. “I’m so, so sorry. What I did…I can never forgive myself for hurting you like that. I was seeing all these scary things, but thinking you were possessed…that was the scariest,” Dean explained, his voice cracking on the last part.
“Hey,” you said, bringing your hand up to rest on his. “It’s fine, Dean. I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just glad that you’re back and everything’s okay.”
“Me too, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me too.”
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So that wasn’t by best work but thanks for reading! If you have any requests or feedback, my inbox is open!
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