Dean Winchester Imagines

Revenge Part 4

The night had already fallen when we arrived back in the motel room. Dean dropped us and he left for the restaurant Sam mentioned earlier to grab us dinner. Sam opened the door and the first thing I did once inside was crash on my bed. Sam chuckled a bit at my action. "Maybe you should get into more comfortable clothes first." he suggested. I just grunted in a very unlady like way with my head buried in my pillow. I heard him laugh softly and the sound of the bathroom door closing. He was right though, those high heels were killing me as well as my button up shirt. By the time I mustered enough courage to get up, Sam was already out of the bathroom with casual clothes on. Once I was standing upright, I grabbed clothes from my duffle bag and headed to the bathroom. As the door closed behind me, I threw the casual clothes aside and I looked at myself in the mirror. All I could see was a tired girl who wasn't strong enough to protect others, not brave enough to save people from harm's way.The vision of Aiden's body and Ethan's both flashed in my memory and at some point blended to make just one disfigured and bloodied corpse.I gripped both sides of the sink, trying to ground myself in reality. I held it so tightly that my joints became white and a bit painful. I wanted to punch the mirror, to wreck everything around me. When I felt the tears that threatened to fall again stinging my eyes, I tightly closed my eyes and tried to breathe slowly. I kept replaying what Dean said to me earlier to help me keep my emotions in check. I slowly opened the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. I washed all my makeup away and tried to process everything that happened today while in the shower. I then dried myself, got dressed and went out of the bathroom.

While we waited for Dean, Sam probably noticed that I wasn't up for talking, so he left me some space and decided to do some searches on his computer. I was on my bed trying to keep myself busy in order to distract myself from my thoughts by searching about Glen Kyle as well. About 30 minutes later, Dean finally came back. "Lady and gentle...Sasquatch, dinner is here !" He seemed pleased with his paper bags in hands, holding them as if it was a precious artifact. I guessed that he finally found a pie judging by his happy expression. Something suddenly felt different about him, but I couldn't tell what. He placed the bags on a table and slouched himself on the nearest chair. Sam soon joined him and they began to eat. Dean was about to take another bite of his burger when he noticed that I was still on my bed. "Hey, Y/N. Come to eat, you didn't have anything the whole day. If you want to stay sharp, you have to eat" While he talked, a little bit of sauce fell from his food and stained his Fed shirt. "Damn!" he said when he noticed. I didn't feel like eating at all but he was right. So, I joined them and forced down a bit of food.

After dinner, Sam was pacing back and forth and talked about earlier while Dean was enjoying his pecan pie, his feet propped on the desk. Me, on the other hand, I was silent, wrapped in Dean's old flannel he gave me last year. Then Sam spoke. "So, Joe lured us out to follow him to that barn, then to the convention and throw a fake werewolf at us in order to make a diversion. Then the performer is killed and has a paycheck signed by a werewolf we killed many years ago here. This is completely insane!" Dean sipped a bit of his beer and said "Maybe it's a homonym?" Sam seemed to think. "It's possible but don't you think that coincidence is too easy? Are you sure you truly killed him, Dean?" "Of course I did! However, Madison was supposed to be cured at the moment Glen died and it didn't happen. Maybe the legend about the 'gank the werewolf' cure is true but he was stronger than we thought? What if he is the one who pulls the strings in this?" Sam was perplexed. "So you think it is his revenge for the murder attempt ?" asked Sam "Or even Madison's death?" suggested Dean. "But why?" "Sam, are you kidding me? He was completely into her." said Dean, deadpanned. Sam realized that Dean might be right and asked " Okay, you might be right. But why, after all this time?" "I don't know, Sammy. He's the twisted one, not me!" said Dean with his mouth full of pie. I didn't take part in the conversation because I didn't know enough about it, but it could make sense, at least a bit. But something was off. So I chose this moment to speak. "Okay, but what about Joe, then?" They both looked at me. "Uh, maybe they know each other and he needed an unknown face to attract us without raising suspicions?" asked Dean. "It can make sense. It's weird. But, as hunters, we evolve in a sea of weirdness everyday. We have to explore every possibility" replied Sam.