Supernatural Imagines

Dean Winchester Imagine: Scars Show Strength Not Weakness

"Hold up." I felt Dean reach over and place his hand in front of my chest.  His eyes roamed the room before they stopped and stared at the room next to us.  I looked up at him and waited for him to begin to turn before I did the same.  He looked back at me once more before raising his gun up and kicking the door door.

The door slammed hard against the ground causing dust to fly up.   Behind it was a girl, mid-twenties maybe, tied to a chair.  There was blood matted up in her blonde hair that covered half of her face.  Her eyes widened as she saw Dean and I standing in the doorway.  Dean was first to walk in.  He looked around before jogging over to the girl and reaching for the duct tape that was placed over her mouth.  I followed in and kept my gun up searching the room.

Over to the right I noticed a door.  I assumed it was some sort of closet.  I looked over to Dean who was slowly taking off the duct tape off of the girls lips before placing my hand on the door knob.  I raised my gun up and began to open the door.  I was nearly knocked over when a figure fell out onto the floor.  I turned around to Dean who raised his eyebrows at me, but I nodded letting him know everything was good. 

I aimed my gun and bent down, rolling the body over.  The first thing I noticed was the blood that seemed to cover the mans neck.  I bent down and saw what seemed to be a bite mark on the side of his neck, but that wasn't the only thing.  Gripped tightly in his hand was a lock of blond hair.  

"Dean." I jumped up and turned around.  He looked over quickly but his focus didn't last long before he was throne into the wall opposite of me.   The vamp that was once bound to the chair was now standing straight up with an evil smirk plastered on her face.  

"You twisted Son of a Bitch." I growled at her.   I kept my gun pointed at her as I glanced over at Dean.  He was facing the other way but I could tell he was still breathing.  A small sigh of relief escaped my lips.  

"You know, I actually thought it was pretty smart.  I mean, I tricked you two." She took one step towards me, but I managed to keep my gun steady although all I really wanted to do was to to run over to Dean.  

"So you're the one doing all the killings around here.  Next time, maybe you'll try and keep it on the down low...oh wait.  There won't be a next time." I notified her.  I saw Dean move a little bit but he seemed not to have enough in him to get up. The vamp gave me a fake laugh before she began speaking again. 

"Ha, you know a gun won't kill me." 

"I know that, but this might stun you a little bit." I quickly pulled out a knife from my belt loop and chucked it at her.  I watched it enter her chest as she began to stumble backwards.  She looked down at the knife in her chest and placed her hand around it, but couldn't manage to pull it out. "Dead Man's Blood, Bitch." I smirked as she fell to the floor.  

I walked over to her and pulled a larger knife out and quickly finished her off before pulling the knife out of her chest and wiping it off on my pant leg.  I heard a groan from Dean's direction and ran over towards him, kneeling next to him. 

"Dean, thank god." I placed a hand on his arm but pulled back when I heard a painful grunt escape his lips.  

"Shit...I-I think I dislocated my arm." Dean groaned as he attempted to get up. 

"Here, I got you." I reached for his other arm and began to help him up.  Once I got him up we began to walk towards the door but he stopped me.  He looked down at the vamp and mumbled, "Bitch." before beginning to walk again.  I followed Dean out the door towards the car that sat outside the door of the house.

"Once we get back, I'll fix your shoulder. Okay?" I asked him as I opened the drivers door.  Once I was in I looked over to Dean but widened my eyes when I realized the big gash on his forehead I had seen before. "Oh shit." I reached up to his forehead but he just turned it away. 

"It's fine." He mumbled. 

"No, it's not fine.  I think you might need stitches." I turned his face back towards me. 

"Don't worry about it." He looked forward.  I slowly dropped my hand, confused at why Dean was acting like this.  I reached over with out saying anything and pulled the keys out of his jacket pocket, placing them in the ignition.  I looked one last time at Dean before starting the car up and heading down the road.

It was a quite drive home.  Dean didn't speak.  I didn't speak.  

Once I pulled into the bunker garage I decided to say something.   I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I knew something was up. 

"Dean, what's going on?" I turned the car off.  Dean reached for the door handle but I reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. 

"Nothing's wrong." He attempted to argue back, but I cut him off. 

"Don't lie to me." I spoke in a stern voice that only reminded me of my mother.  Dean sighed and looked back over to me.  The blood from his forehead had now dripped down into his eyebrow causing it to mat up.  I looked back to his arm and finally understood. 

"You think you're weak...don't you?" I questioned him. He looked back down but didn't respond. I placed one hand on his face and turned him towards me.  "Dean.  Just because you get hurt doesn't make you weak." I attempted to reassure him but he just rolled his eyes. 

"(Y/N).  You end up perfectly fine not a scratch.  Look at me.  I come out with a cut open forehead, a dislocated shoulder, and god knows how many bruises." He argued back.  I saw his brows furrow as the words slipped out of his mouth. 

"Dean,  I haven't came out perfectly fine every time. I've got scars too and honestly they show you how strong you are, not how weak." I had inched closer to him and noticed how his face had began to relax.  Dean continued to stare down not speaking.