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Can you do an imagine where Dean finds out that the reader has been abused (physically or sexually) in the past and that's why she flinches away from the boys' touches? And it has Dean helping her get through it and them falling in love? Lots and lots of fluff if it's not too much to ask! Thank you in advance!

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Hi! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope it’s what you were after.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sexual assault.

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“Take that, Dean Winchester! I just won yet another game of chess!” you taunted.

“Yeah, well, it’s a stupid game anyway! There’s no action,” Dean grumbled.

“You’re just saying that because you lost.”

Hearing the commotion, Sam entered the room. “You tell him, Y/N,” he said, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

You flinched away from him, causing both of the brothers to look at you in confusion.

“Your hands are really cold,” you said hastily in an attempt to cover up your reaction.

“Really?” Sam frowned down at his hands. “I hadn’t realised. Sorry.”

“You know what?” you began. “I’m just going to go to my room. I think it’d be unfair if I challenged Dean to another game. I’m clearly way out of his league.”

“Alright. I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner,” Sam said.

“Thanks,” you answered, heading out of the room, Dean’s eyes following you the whole way.

Later that night, you were sitting on your bed reading when you heard a knock on the door.

“Yeah?”

Dean’s head poked around the door. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” you answered, sliding in your bookmark. “What’s up?”

“I want to know what really happened before.”

“Sorry?”

“You know what I mean, Y/N. When Sam touched you, you flinched away from him. Why?” he asked gently.

“I told you before. His hands were cold,” you stated, unable to meet his eyes.

“Y/N, Sammy had been in the kitchen near the oven for at least half an hour. His hands weren’t cold,” Dean said. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you do this in the past. You always sit on the other side of the table, you claim to be coming down with something when one of us tries to hug you, you pretend that the reason you jump when we’re around is because you didn’t realise we were in the room. Why all the excuses?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered stiffly.

“Y/N, you don’t let Sammy and I touch you. I just want to know why.”

You met his gaze. “Do you really want to know?”

“I do.”

“Okay then. Well, a while ago, my boyfriend took me out for dinner. It was our six month anniversary and he really wanted it to be special. So he took me out to this really fancy restaurant and he ordered the expensive wine and he had the band play my favourite song. It was very romantic,” you explained. “And afterwards, we went back to his place, and he had candles set up and rose petals and everything. He…he took me to his bedroom and he told me that I looked beautiful, and that he’d waited all night for this. And I told him no but he-he just kept going…” Your words cut off abruptly, making way for the sobs that were wracking your body.

“Please don’t tell me he did what I think he did,” Dean whispered. Your silence seemed to tell him all that he needed to know.

“That son of a bitch!” he yelled. You flinched away from him, startled by his anger. Dean noticed this and said, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But you have to know that I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I’d never do anything like that.”

“I believe you, Dean. It’s just hard. I trusted him…I loved him,” you whispered, tears still slipping down your face.

Dean handed you a tissue from the bedside table. “Hey, I’m here for you, okay? And so is Sam. We won’t let anyone hurt you again. And we’ll help you through this.”

“Thank you, Dean,” you murmured. “And thanks for being so considerate,” you added, nodding down at the tissue.

“Anytime, Y/N. I’m going to try to help you in any way that I can. Including backing off for a while.”

“What?” you asked in confusion.

Dean scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I, uh, I really like you, Y/N. And I was gonna ask you out at some point. But I guess you probably don’t want that, considering.”

“Dean, just because of what he did to me, doesn’t mean I don’t still have feelings.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I like you too. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to go on a date with you,” you said.

“Really?” Dean’s face broke out into a grin.

“Really. But just…promise me we’ll take things slow, alright?” you murmured. “I’m not ready for physical stuff yet.”

“I promise,” Dean answered. “I’ll never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If I overstep any boundaries, you just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you answered, the beginning of a smile working its way onto your lips.

For the first time in a long time, you were able to say that word and mean it.

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Thanks for reading! I’m so sorry if you’re waiting on a request. At the moment, I’ve got about 20 waiting and I’m doing my best to get them all done. Hopefully I’ll catch up over the next couple of weeks!

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