Hi! Your writing is superb, I love it! Could you do an imagine where the reader is Dean's 16 year old daughter. When Dean, Sam, Cas and her are out on a hunt she gets injured, and Dean is torn up about it? Thank you :)) Stay writing!
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Hi. You’re so sweet! Thank you for saying that - it means a lot to me. I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope it’s what you were after.
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“Are you positive you’re ready for this?”
You sighed. “Yes, Dad, I’m sure. Now can we please go? Uncle Sammy and Uncle Cas are waiting for us in the Impala.”
“Alright. But remember, be careful and do everything I say, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Dad, I’m 16. I can handle this,” you told him, walking out of the bunker and into the backseat of Baby, your father right behind you.
“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Uncle Sam asked.
“You’re as bad as Dad,” you complained.
“We just want to make sure you’re okay. This is your first hunt, after all,” Uncle Cas said.
“Yes, I get it. I appreciate the concern and all but just have a bit of faith in me, yeah?”
Your dad glanced at you in the rear view mirror, sizing you up. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s go.”
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All the training you had done in the bunker couldn’t compare to the thrill of the real thing. The adrenaline rush hunting gave you was like nothing you had felt before.
You sliced the head off a vampire and turned around to look at your father. “How was that?” you called out, barely able to contain your excitement.
He looked at you with a proud smile before his eyes widened and his gaze fixed on a point just behind you. “Y/N! Look out!”
You turned around a fraction of a second too late. Another vamp stood in place of the one you had just taken out, looking angry at losing a member of its nest. She lashed out with a knife, opening up a deep gash along your abdomen.
You staggered back, the pain making your head turn fuzzy and lights flash before your eyes.
You fell down, faintly registering a pair of strong and familiar arms catching you and bringing you gently to the ground.
“Cas!” you heard your dad shout as Uncle Sam decapitated the last vampire. And as its lights went out, so did yours.
—-
You woke up to the familiar leather smell and gentle rocking of the Impala.
Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. “What happened?” you asked groggily.
“Shh, sweetheart. Just relax.”
“Dad?” you asked, twisting around to see that your head was resting in his lap.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here.”
“Why does it hurt so much?” you whimpered, a dull ache spreading across your body.
“The…the vampire, it -” a sob cut off the rest of his words.
“It’s okay, Dad,” you comforted him.
“No, it’s not!” he exclaimed. “I’m your father. It’s my job to protect you and I failed! If Cas hadn’t been there to heal you…”
“But he was, Dad. And besides, you can’t protect me from everything.”
“I can try,” he said stubbornly.
“You can,” you agreed. “But sometimes you’ve got to accept that some things are out of your hands. And if something happens to me, it isn’t your fault.”
“If you got hurt hunting it’d be my fault.”
You groaned. “I’m never gonna be allowed to hunt again, am I?”
“Maybe not just yet, sweetheart.”
You sighed. You’d have to do a lot of sucking up before your Dad agreed to let you have another shot at hunting.
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