Hey! could you please do an imagine where dean and the reader go to meet the readers family and he gets angry because they keep making rude remarks and comments about her while she's with them? thanks!!
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Hi. I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve just been quite busy with school lately.
Warnings: Reader’s family is really nasty to them.
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You sighed. “Dean, it’s just lunch. Free food. You can’t get much better than that,” you explained for the thousandth time.
“Yeah, but it’s with your family. I never do the whole ‘meet the family’ thing!” he exclaimed.
“Dean, I know you aren’t into this kind of thing but can’t you please just put up with it? For me? They’ve really been on my back lately.”
“Alright,” Dean conceded. “But I’m only doing this because it’s you. If it were anyone else, I’d say no. Just keep that in mind.”
“I will. And Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s go.”
—-
You took a deep breath and knocked hesitantly on your parents’ front door.
“Y/N,” your mother greeted you as she opened the door. “I see you’ve finally decided to grace us with your presence.”
“Hi, mum. I know, it’s been a while. I’m sorry about that. But work’s been really hectic lately,” you explained.
“Blaming it on this elusive job of yours again, are you? Am I ever going to find out what you actually do?” You exchanged a glance with Dean. “And who is this?” she asked, noticing the shift in your gaze.
“Mum, this is Dean Winchester. He’s my boyfriend.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Y/L/N.”
Your mother frowned at his outstretched hand, carefully avoiding it. “Yes, well. We better go in now. I expect lunch has gotten cold with all this pointless discussion you’ve engaged me in,” she complained, turning on her heel and heading into the house.
Dean frowned at you before ushering you into the house after her.
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Lunch was carried out in awkward silence, only broken by the clanging of cutlery and the occasional request for food to be passed down the table.
At one point, Dean stood up. “If you’ll just excuse me, I’m going to use the bathroom.”
“It’s just down the hall on your left,” you told him.
“Alright. I’ll be back in a minute,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your temple.
As soon as he’d left the room, your father turned to you. “So how did you and Dan meet?”
“It’s Dean,” you corrected.
“What difference does it make?” he shrugged. “It’s not as if things will work out between the two of you.”
“Actually, we’ve been together for about six months now.”
“Really?” your mother asked skeptically. “I suppose anyone will stick around if you give them enough of what they want.”
“Mum!” you gasped. “It’s not like that between Dean and I! How could you even suggest something like that?”
She appeared unconcerned by your reaction. “I simply don’t see what else he’d see in you.”
“How dare you?” Dean threatened from the doorway, as tears swam in your eyes.
“I thought you were using the facilities,” your mother said mildly.
“I was. But then I come back down the hallway to hear you say things like that? What the hell is wrong with you? If I ever hear of you saying things like that again, I’ll -”
“Dean,” you interrupted, standing up to put your hand on his arm.
His gaze cut to you. “You aren’t just gonna sit hear and take their crap, are you?”
“Can we just take this into the hall?” you pleaded.
“Sure,” he replied, allowing you to lead him out of the room.
“Look, Dean,” you began.
“Are they always that douchey?” he burst out.
“Dean,” you hissed, looking back to make sure your parents hadn’t heard.
“What? It’s a valid question. Do they always treat you like that?”
“Um, kind of. Yes, I suppose. But it’s fine, really. I’m used to it.”
“You should never have to get used to crap like that,” Dean stated, indignation taking over his features.
“Yes, well, that’s just the way things are. And it’s okay,” you told him, your voice quivering.
“No, Y/N, it’s not,” Dean told you, cupping your face in his hands. “Because there are countless things I see in you, an infinite list of why I’ve stayed with you for so long. So don’t you ever think that what your parents say is true. Because I see everything in you. Everything.”
“Really?” you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek.
“Of course,” Dean answered, wiping your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Never, ever listen to them, okay? Because you’re beautiful, and no one should ever make you feel any less than that.”
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Thanks for reading! I’m kind of behind with requests at the moment but I’m in the last week of term before the school holidays, so I’ll be able to catch up then.
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