can you write a Dean imagine where Dean makes y/n watch a horror movie with him against her will and he comforts her when she's scared? Can it be really fluffy? I'm having a bad day and could use some cheering up. Thanks so much!
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Hi! Normally, I would write things in the order that they get requested. But you’re an amazing person who doesn’t deserve to be having a bad day, so I made this a priority. I really hope it helps and I hope your day gets better! *sending hugs*
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“Hey, Y/N!” Dean called as you walked past his bedroom in the bunker.
“Yeah?” you replied, backtracking to stand in his doorway.
“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”
“Depends. What movie were you planning on watching?”
“I just rented out The Conjuring,” he said, holding up the DVD case.
“I don’t know. I’m not really into that kind of thing…”
“What? You scared?” Dean teased.
“No!” you replied stubbornly.
“Then come watch it with me.”
“Fine,” you answered, reluctantly going over to sit beside him on the bed.
You hated horror movies. They scared the hell out of you. But seeing as you pretty much lived one with the Winchesters, you couldn’t tell Dean that. He’d never let you live it down.
The movie started off alright. A few parts made you jump but that was to be expected. But then you got to the part where the woman went down into the basement.
Throughout the whole scene, you were gripping the blanket. And then came the part where the hands reached out and clapped.
Screaming, you shoved the blanket off and whipped your head back and forth, checking the corners of the room to make sure nothing was hiding there.
“Hey, hey, Y/N, calm down!” Dean said grabbing a hold of your arm.
“Turn it off!” you screamed at him, your body shaking.
Dean fumbled for the remote and turned the TV off.
“What’s wrong? What is it?”
You shook your head, unable to talk through the sobs that were wracking your body.
“Shh,” Dean comforted you, drawing you against his chest. “Just take deep breaths, alright? Now, what’s wrong?”
“It-it’s just, the - the hands. When they reached out and - and they clapped and it - it r-really freaked me out,” you choked out.
“You’re scared of horror movies?” Dean asked in surprise.
You nodded, unable to meet his eyes.
“How? I mean, we do this kind of thing all the time.”
“I don’t know. They’ve just always scared me, ever since I was a kid,” you whispered.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked.
“I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” you answered. “I thought you’d think I was being stupid.”
“Hey,” Dean said, tilting your chin up towards him. “I wouldn’t make fun of you for something you’re scared of, and I definitely don’t think you’re stupid. Everyone’s scared of something, no matter how irrational. For Sammy, it’s clowns. For me, it’s flying. No one can help their fears. All we can do is try to overcome them.”
You cracked a smile. “So you aren’t going to tease me?”
“Not for something like this,” Dean replied with a smile. “And Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Next time you’re scared of something, just tell me. Because no matter what it is, I’ll be there with a baseball bat, to keep it from hurting you. I’ll always protect you. Remember that,” he promised.
“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered, tucking yourself against him.
The ghostly hands and creepy laughter felt so far away, now that Dean’s arms were shielding you from them.
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Thanks for reading! I haven’t actually seen The Conjuring so I worked from the trailer (which creeped me out).
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