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could you try a dean imagine where reader goes missing and he and Sam have been looking for lets say like a year to find her then they do and its cute? thank you(:(:

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Hi! I’m sorry this took so long to write. I kind of added a bit to the request, but I hope it’s what you were after.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of deaths of family members, one instance of swearing.

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You slammed the motel door shut, your hand fumbling with the lock. You could’ve sworn you saw him in your last town and even though you knew a locked door wouldn’t stop the demon, it felt good to have a barrier between you and what lurked outside.

Satisfied that you had shut yourself in properly, you sank onto the bed, the loss of adrenaline leaving you shaky.

Hunting had never been your strong point, but you did pick up one useful thing from the Winchesters - evasion. You had been on the run for a year, switching from motel to motel, leaving behind a string of rental cars and fake credit cards. You never wanted to leave the Winchesters, especially not Dean, but you weren’t going to drag them into your mess. If they were going to get hurt, it wouldn’t be because of you.

—-

“Well, well, well. Look at you,” the sly voice crowed from behind you.

Turning, you found yourself face to face with the demon who haunted your every nightmare, the one responsible for your involvement in the hunting life in the first place.

“I must say,” he continued, “when I first set out to kill your family, I thought the job would all get done in one go. But you have provided me with a great deal of entertainment. Despite the inconvenience,” he finished with a sneer.

“I’d get out of here quickly if I were you,” you said, mustering every ounce of courage you possessed to cover up your fear. “Sam and Dean are going to be here any minute. And they won’t be as lenient as me if they catch you around.”

“Lenient, is that what they’re calling it these days? Because I think we both know the real reason you aren’t doing anything to me, Y/N. Every time your little boyfriend Dean and his baby brother Sammy go out to fight monsters, you stay behind at the motel, doing research,” he mocked. “Which is all well and good, until they’re not around. Tell me, Y/N, how do you think Sam and Dean would feel if they found out I was having this conversation with you? How do you think Dean would react if he found out I ripped the heart out of his pretty little girlfriend? I think he’d be heartbroken don’t you?” the demon finished off, a cruel grin marring the lines of his face.

“Leave them out of this,” you said, your voice lacking the conviction it had held a minute ago.

“You want me to leave them out of this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“How about this. I’ve rather enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse. And I will leave the Winchesters alone, so long as they don’t get the way of me getting to you. So if I were you, I’d run far, and fast. Because I’m only going to count to 60, and whether you’re ready or not, I’m gonna come.”

—-

A sharp knocking broke into your thoughts, slicing into your memory of that night. You sat bolt upright, watching the chain on the door rattle with each thump. You had thought you’d be safe here, but apparently he’d found you after all.

Your 60 seconds was up.

Deciding to go down fighting, you picked up the lamp from the side table and inched your way towards the door. Slowly, you unlocked the latch, letting the door swing inward. You raised the lamp above your head but just as it was about to come crashing down, you froze. Because you had been found, but not by the demon.

By the Winchesters.

You lowered your arm, gazing at the doorway in disbelief.

“Thank God you’re safe,” Sam murmured, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hugged him back awkwardly, the lamp getting in the way.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, pulling away. Your gaze locked on Dean, taking in every feature, from his creased shirt to the bags under his eyes.

“We came looking for you,” Dean said in a strained voice. “What the hell were you thinking? It took us a year to find you! An entire fucking year!”

“I…” you started, unsure of where to begin.

“I’m gonna go back to the Impala,” Sam said, retreating from the door. “You guys need to sort some stuff out. I’m glad you’re safe, Y/N.”

When he had gone, you turned back to Dean.

“How could you do that to us? To me?” he yelled, pushing his way into the motel room and slamming the door.

“I was trying to protect you!” you yelled back.

“How is taking off in the middle of the night without any warning protecting us? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through this past year?”

“How dare you try to make it sound like it’s my fault! If I hadn’t gone when I did, he would’ve killed you!”

Dean tensed. “Who’s he? What happened? Did someone threaten you?”

Your voice caught in your throat. In all the daydreams you’d had over the past 12 months of reuniting with Dean, you’d never once imagined how you would explain to him why you left. Your mind had always just skipped to the chick flick moments, as Dean liked to call them.

“Dean, do you remember why I started hunting with you?”

“As if I could forget. Your family…” he trailed off, hit with the realisation. “It was him, wasn’t it? He found you.”

Slowly, you nodded. “Dean, you and Sam were out and I was outside the motel when he found me. The demon said that he wanted to finish what he’d started the night he’d murdered my family, and that if I wanted to keep you and Sam safe, I’d have to run. So I did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked, coming close enough that his breath danced across your skin. “We could have helped you.”

“I was scared, Dean,” you whispered. “Look at what he did to my family. I couldn’t let that happen to anyone else I love.”

Dean brought his hand up to your face, his thumb wiping away the tear that had started to slip down your cheek. “Y/N, there isn’t any person or monster on this earth I wouldn’t take on for you,” he murmured. “Never, ever forget that. Any time you feel scared, or threatened, tell me, because I’m always gonna be there to chase away every bad thing that comes for you.”

“But I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” you choked out.

“It’s not because of you. Call me selfish, but I can’t imagine my life without you. The past year was hard enough. Let’s not make it a day more.”

“Do you really mean that?” you asked, your heart pounding out a familiar rhythm.

“I do,” he answered, cradling the back of your head to bring your lips to meet his.

As his lips found yours, you recognised the rhythm. It was every moment you had spent together. Every word, every touch. It was the song that your heart played for Dean.

~~~~~

Are my endings getting too cheesy? Anyway, thanks for reading!

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